"Two horny moms" - читать интересную книгу автора (Allison Tom)

CHAPTER FOUR

"Jesus," Bill murmured reverently. "Does your mom ever have a big pair of tits!"

"I know," Mike replied, rubbing his swollen cock through his shorts.

Mike was Bill's age, a short, muscular, tow-headed blond with a face full of freckles and an infectious grin. They'd been best friends ever since the Watson family – Mike and his mother Beth – had moved in next door years ago. But Bill hadn't been able to keep up their friendship much since he'd started fucking his mother.

But Jill had reserved this Saturday afternoon for a shopping trip, and Bill had been able to pay Mike a long-overdue visit. Now he thought it a little funny that he was again thinking about nothing but fucking.

The two horny teenagers knelt on the living room rug, staring out through the patio window at the pool. Mrs. Watson was sunbathing beside it, dressed in a skimpy flower-print bikini. A pair of sunglasses concealed her wide brown eyes and strands of her short, brown hair fell about her temples. Her enormous tits stretched the bikini top as she lay on her back, with huge, fat nipples visible through the fabric from ten feet away.

"Goddamn," Bill murmured. "What a fantastic-fucking pair of tits!"

Beth Watson's huge tits were her most outstanding feature, but she was delectably formed from head to toe. At thirty-eight, she was two years older than Jill, and her reason for living alone with her son was different from Jill's too – Mr. Watson had died shortly after Mike was born.

Bill had ogled Mrs. Watson's deep cleavage for years, but it was only since he'd begun his incestuous affair with his mother that he'd begun thinking seriously that he could fuck her. And it shocked him a little that Mike seemed to be thinking the same thing.

Mike didn't mind the things Bill said about his mother's tits, slim waist, lush thighs and full, mouth-watering ass. If anything, he seemed eager to hear them so he could respond with an obscene compliment of his own.

It was Mike who had suggested peeping through the window so they could watch his mother sunbathe. And it was Mike who was now rubbing a straining hard-on through his pants. Bill was a little shocked to see that his best friend obviously had a cock just as big as his own.

"Does she ever do any fucking?" Bill asked suddenly.

"Naw," Mike replied. "I don't know the last time she got laid. Guys call her all the time. Sometimes she'll take me out shopping and stuff, and when I come back from the john the clerk or somebody else will already be hitting on her."

"Do you ever think about fucking her yourself?"

Mike hesitated a moment before answering, in a soft, deliberate voice. "Yeah. Yeah, I think about it a lot."

At that moment Mrs. Watson rolled onto her stomach, unknowingly displaying her full ass cheeks and sleek back to the two horny teenaged voyeurs. Reaching behind her, she undid the strap of the bikini bra. The thin strands fell to either side and the guys could now see the bare sides of her spongy melons, flattened on the terrycloth towel.

"Oh, Jesus!" Mike muttered.

"Uh, I gotta go home," Bill said suddenly. "Hey, I'll see you later!"

Mike didn't look up as Bill hurriedly rose to his feet and left the house, walking quickly back to his home. His cock was throbbing painfully from looking at Mrs. Watson, and it started drooling jism as he saw, gratefully, that his mother's car was again parked in the drive.

Thank God she was home! Bill hurried to his front door, thinking of how he'd fuck the holy shit out of Jill's pussy, all the while thinking of Mrs. Watson's big tits and hairy cunt.

The sun beat on her back, warming her smooth, unblemished, milk-white flesh. Beth Watson sighed and turned her head, staring through the tinted glasses at the rippling water of the swimming pool. Her huge tits ached as they pressed the towel. A throbbing heat burned through her curly haired pussy.

For so many years she'd denied herself male companionship, out of respect for her late husband. But recently her fuck urges had gotten nearly out of her control. She was constantly horny these days, constantly starved for cock meat. All she ever thought about was big, cum-spurting pricks!

Staring at the pool, Beth felt her cheeks reddening with shame. It wasn't just that she thought about getting laid, that was normal enough. It was the males she thought about fucking with.

Like Bill, her son's best friend! He'd grown into such a handsome young man with a lean, hard body and a bulge in his pants that promised a huge cock. The other night Beth had had a wet dream about him, waking to thoughts of his massive cock stabbing into her hungry pussy. It had made her feel horribly ashamed of herself, but there was no denying the desire.

Suddenly Beth felt herself overwhelmed with lust. Rising from the towel, she picked it up and walked hurriedly back to the couch. Her blush deepened as she felt her creamy pussy squishing between her full, shapely thighs. She had to finger-fuck herself!

Sliding open the patio door, she was a little surprised to see her son Mike standing in the dining room. There was a sheepish expression on his face and Beth wondered vaguely what she'd caught him doing.

"Did Bill leave already?"

"Yes," Mike muttered. "He said he had something to take care of. Don't ask me what."

Mike's eyes darted down, looking at her bikini-clad body. Beth suppressed a gasp as she realized that her own son was ogling her huge tits! Then she glanced at his crotch and her mouth opened as she saw the huge hard-on straining his shorts.

"Uh, I gotta do my homework," Mike said.

Turning, he ran up the stairs to his bedroom. Beth walked into her bedroom as if in a trance. Shutting and locking the door, she stripped off her bikini and admired herself in the mirror. Her nipples were still pink at age thirty-eight, not brown like the nipples of most women her age, and the tips were fat and rubbery and easily made stiff. Beth cupped her huge tits and let them fall, reeling their meaty weight bounce on her ribs, watching the oversized melons bounce in the mirror. Still firm, she thought proudly, in spite of their size.

Moving closer to the mirror, the horny mother slid her hand down her girlishly rounded belly bulge, then shuddered as she sank two fingers into her curly haired cunt. The lips were damp and swollen.

"So horny," she whispered. "So fucking hot. I need some cock!"

Beth spread her feet on the floor and started to pump her fingers into her creaming pussy. For a moment she watched herself jack off in the mirror. Then she stepped buck to the big double bed and collapsed on it. Immediately she wiggled her horny ass on the sheets and splayed her milk-white thighs as far apart as they'd go.

"Oh fuck, I need some fucking. I need some fat, stiff cock!"

She grimaced as she whipped her fingers in and out of her throbbing cunt, stabbing them in to the knuckles with each hard stroke. Expertly she caught her clit under her thumb, quivering as she titillated the most sensitive spot on her body.

First she thought of Bill, pleasuring herself with the forbidden fantasy of fucking her son's best friend. Hotly she imagined the look of surprise that would appear on his face as she showed him her tits, the steely stiffness of the big cock she would pull out of his pants.

Then Beth's cheeks flushed with shame and her horniness intensified as she started thinking about her own son.

She tried to suppress the incestuous fantasy, but she couldn't help herself. All at once she saw her son kneeling between her legs, hunching over her as he greasily stabbed his meaty cock trunk into her gooey, churning cunt.

Moaning, Beth Watson started fingerfucking herself as hard as she could. "Fuck me, Mike," she whispered, humping her ass furiously off the bed. "Fuck me, Son!"