"Mother_s new lover" - читать интересную книгу автора (Laver Brian)

CHAPTER FIVE

In the days following the show Jean had put on for Dave, neither of them said much to the other. Jean was embarrassed for what she had done, and Dave was embarrassed about jerking off outside his mother's door.

But they both kept jerking off in private. Jean fucked Mark, the office boy, a few more times. But the more she fucked him, the more desperate she got for her son's prick.

Jean knew she needed a new outlet for her horny rage. It was either that or give in to her incestuous hunger.

So how could she find a new source of sexual satisfaction? She'd done just about everything – she could think of at one time or another.

One afternoon as she sat at her desk thinking about her sexual problem, she decided to find Mark for a quickie. At least fucking that kid again would let her get some work done that afternoon.

She began panting as she left her desk in search of the office boy. He wasn't in sight, though. Jean began stalking the halls in search of her prey. And the more she looked for him, the more she needed him.

Like a big game hunter, Jean kept a sharp eye out for the boy at every turn. She was getting so eager for his cock that when she found him she would have trouble keeping her head. She felt like tackling him and raping him.

As Jean passed the storeroom she felt her heart sinking. How she would have loved to be in there fucking her brains out!

Then, just as she passed that door, it opened. Out stepped Karen, the chick she'd run into there after her first visit. Karen smiled at Jean, but remained lingering in the doorway. Jean couldn't see who Karen was with. As she smiled back, Jean began to suspect something strange was afoot. Karen had never been coy about her visits to the storeroom before, or about whom she was with.

Jean turned the corner of the hallway, but something told her to take a look back to see what was going on. After all, Karen might have had Mark in there with her.

Sticking her head around the corner, looking back toward the storeroom, Jean saws Karen strolling toward her, and at Karen's side was Sarah, an equally sexy chick. They saw Jean peering at them, but Jean disappeared before she could see their reaction to her peeking around that corner.

Jean was shocked at her discovery. Karen and Sarah had been in the storeroom together! So, Karen was a lesbian besides being hot for stiff pricks.

Jean kept searching for Mark. But she couldn't forget what she'd discovered. And the discovery was having an effect on her. Maybe lesbianism was what she needed to keep her mind off fucking her son.

Finally, Jean spotted Mark. He was coming down the hall toward her. As soon as he saw her, he recognized the look of lust on her face.

Jean looked around to make sure no one was in sight. Then she grabbed the boy, pressed her tits to his chest and grabbed his stiffening bone through his pants.

Jean led the boy to the storeroom. In a few seconds, they were plugged in and fucking with all their strength.

But even with that boy's prick in her cunt, Jean kept thinking about Karen and Sarah. Would Karen be willing to show her some lesbian fun?

When Jean's cunt had been pacified, she went looking for Karen. There was no point waiting. Jean needed help, and the sooner the better. Jean went right to Karen's office. There was no one else there, so Jean sat at the edge of Karen's desk and began her pitch.

"I'm sorry I was so nosy," Jean said. "I was looking for Mark, and I thought he might be with you."

"That's all right," Karen said. "But I do like to be somewhat discreet with Sarah. She's a bit uptight about making it with chicks."

"Well, you can tell her that I won't say a thing to anyone," Jean said.

"Good, I'll tell her," Karen said. "By the way, did you find Mark?"

"Yeah, but I'm getting slightly tired of him. In fact, I'm getting slightly tired of fucking. Yet I'm always horny. Maybe I need a change."

Karen looked up suddenly and her eyebrows rose. Jean knew it was obvious what she'd meant. And there was no use beating around the bush. She wanted Karen badly now. Her cunt was oozing so freely she thought there would be a wet spot on the back of her skirt when she stood up.

"Oh, Karen, I need some help," Jean said. "I've been horny for weeks, and no amount of fucking seems to help."

"Well maybe I can help," Karen said. "If you'd like me to, that is."

"I'd love it," Jean gushed.

Jean saw how Karen was looking at her body.

Straightening her back, Jean thrust out her tits and pulled in her belly. Jean knew she had a nice body, and she wasn't worried that Karen wouldn't like her.

And there was no doubt that Jean would like Karen's body. Karen was younger than Jean. Her body was shin and curvy. Small tits and narrow hips made Karen look boyish. A nice quality in a lesbian, Jean thought. And Karen wore her brown hair cut short. All in all, Karen looked something like Dave. But Jean didn't admit that to herself.

"Have you got a half-hour right now?" Karen asked with a sly smile.

Jean's body reacted immediately to that invitation. For the first time since discovering Dave peeking in at her masturbation, Jean felt a genuine pang of passion.

"Y-yes, I do," Jean said.

The thrill of what was about to happen made Jean's cunt contract and her nipples stiffen. What exactly was Karen going to do to her? And what would Karen expect from her? But Jean was ready for anything.

Following Karen down the hall to the storeroom, Jean kept her eyes on the swaying ass in front of her. Through the tight material of Karen's skirt, Jean could see her firm ass-cheeks. Jean's mouth was watering now with anticipation.

At the storeroom door, Karen turned and smiled at Jean. Jean tried to smile back, but her face was frozen with excitement.

They stepped into the room. Karen wedged the door with a broom handle. Then she faced Jean and reached for the buttons on tier own blouse. Jean followed Karen's example, unbuttoning while watching her new friend.

Unlike Jean, Karen didn't wear a bra. As soon as she slipped her blouse off, Jean was treated to the sight of twin mounds of white flesh. Her tits were a handful, but no more. And a dark-brown cone of stiffened flesh stood out at the tip of each one.

"You're beautiful," Jean gasped as she reached behind her to unfasten her bra.

"So are you, honey," Karen said when the bra dropped from Jean's tits.

Jean felt the weight of her own tits resting on the ribs beneath. She was proud of her tits, but sometimes she wished she had a smaller, firmer pair like Karen's. It would be nice not to wear a bra and not have her globes flopping and slopping around when she moved, but Jean could tell that Karen was impressed with what she saw on her chest.

Karen was already lowering her skirt. Jean soon had a view of Karen's body clad only in a tiny pair of bikini undies.

Karen stood with her hands on her hips while she waited for Jean to catch up. It took Jean a little longer than usual to strip with the distraction of Karen's body before her.

Karen was so slim and delicate it looked as though a stiff wind could blow her away. Jean was eager to see what it felt like to wrap her arm around that thin torso. And again, she had to ignore the similarities to her own son's slim body.

Jean was trembling by the time she stepped out of her skirt. Karen was still standing in front of her, waiting. Then, when Jean was in a similar state of undress, Karen stepped forward.

"This is going to be wonderful," Karen said.

Jean was speechless. She stood mute as Karen reached for her tits. But as soon as she felt Karen's small hands on her huge knockers she let out a deep moan.

No man had ever handled her tits so tenderly, so erotically. Then Jean felt the firm points of Karen's tits pressing on her own. And Karen's face was moving close to hers. Jean's eyes closed and her mouth opened.

The two kissed. So this was lesbianism, Jean thought as her tongue met Karen's.

"M-m-m-m-m," Karen hummed sexily.

Locked in a tight embrace, the two women crushed their tits together. Their nylon clad cunts ground against each other. Jean was feeling a thrill like no other she had ever known. If anything was going to free her from her slavery to the desire to fuck her son, this was it.

Jean was bigger and stronger than Karen, but she let the younger woman lead the way. After all, this was new territory to Jean. And Karen obviously knew it well.

Jean reached into the pile of compressed tit-flesh between them. She took one of Karen's tits in her hand. This was the first tit she squeezed that wasn't her own. And it was more thrilling than she had ever imagined.

And Karen reacted immediately to the caress of her tit. She leaned into Jean's hand, pressing her hard nipple against her palm. She let out another moan of joy.

"Come here," Karen said when she took her mouth from Jean's.

Walking backwards with Jean's tits in her hands, Karen led her to the plateau of boxes. Karen let her lithe body flow onto the boxes, and Jean followed.

They kissed again and attacked each other's tits. Jean loved the way Karen's tits clung to her chest no matter what position she lay in. It was so unlike her own boobs that hung and shook with every movement.

After some kissing and tit-play, Karen jumped up. Standing high over Jean's face, she grabbed the pair of undies that clung to her crotch. Jean could already see the dark patch of pubic hair through the thin material, and a wet spot was visible beneath her cunt. But Jean was still eager to see Karen's naked pussy.

With quick movements of her slender arms and legs, Karen stripped the panties from her ass. Jean found herself looking up at her friends' bare twat.

Jean gasped as she saw the pink mouth of Karen's crotch. Her hair was thick and curly, but the gash was opened slightly, the inner lips slightly protruding.

"Oh, Karen, baby," Jean cooed.

Then Karen combed her fingers through her own pubic curls and spread the lips of her cunt. She wiggled her hips in a kinky dance as she showed Jean the pink depths of her pussy.

Jean couldn't believe how gorgeous a cunt could look. She lifted her hips and pulled off her own panties. Then she spread her pussy-lips. And she was happy to see Karen's eyes move to her cunt.

Karen stepped to where Jean lay, straddling her hips. Then she lowered her cunt to Jean's. With an arching back she began kissing and sucking them. Jean felt the heat of the cunt sitting on her belly. And Karen proved to have the same exciting way of sucking tits as she had massaging them.

"I'm so glad I saw you coming out of here with Sarah," Jean said. "This is fabulous."

"And you're fabulous," Karen said into the pile of tits she was working on.

As Karen kissed Jean's tits, her delicate hands kept working on them, too. She would gather them together, holding the nipples close and wiping her tongue over both of them. Then she would move the loose tits in circles. Or she would kiss one and hold the other in both hands.

But before long, Karen was moving her limber body down Jean's well-padded body. Jean knew where Karen was going, and the thought thrilled her.

Karen kissed her way down Jean's belly. When she arrived at her belly button, she paused to ream that pit with her tongue. But that was only a preview of what was to come.

Karen's hand preceded her face to Jean's cunt. Jean spread her legs as she felt Karen's fingers entering her.

"Oh, God," Jean moaned. "Karen, you're, a genius at fingerfucking."

But Karen was too busy to answer. Her mouth was already into the hair that covered Jean's plump mound. Jean spread her legs wider and shoved her cunt out as much as she could.

But Karen was taking her time, making Jean squirm in eagerness. Karen kissed the moist areas of Jean's thighs. Her tongue traced the triangular shape of the mound. But she didn't dip into Jean's opened slot yet. Only her finger moved along Jean's wide cuntal mouth.

"Come on, Karen," Jean whined. "Suck me. Eat me."

Her words must have touched Karen's head. Suddenly, Jean felt the tip of Karen's tongue entering her.

Jean arched her back when she felt that strong tongue tip moving through the lips of her pussy. She knew right away that this was going to be a very special cunt lapping. Karen's tongue was moving along the dripping slot, getting deeper with each lick.

Before long, Karen's tongue was wiggling between Jean's inner lips and over her cunt. She was using a light yet vigorous technique, bringing Jean to the apex of lust.

"Uh-h-h," Jean groaned. "No one has ever eaten me so beautifully."

In answer, Karen reached up and grabbed Jean's tits. Now as her tongue tickled the inside of Jean's cunt, Karen gave Jean's tits a sexy massage.

"Oh-h-h-h, Karen," Jean moaned. "Oh-h-h-h-h."

Jean was in heaven.

Now Karen's tongue was reaching up her juicy cunt like a small but eager prick. And Karen's fingers were sunk in the pliable softness of her tits. Jean was in a vise-grip of pleasure and loving it.

When Jean's hips began an involuntary thrusting, though, Karen had to let go of her tits so she could hold on. Karen gripped Jean's thighs as she struggled to keep her face in Jean's jerking cunt.

Jean rose quickly to a climax. Now that her tits were free, they did a crazy dance on her chest as she squirmed. And the waves of blinding joy rushing through her made her forget everything else in the world.

"O-o-o-o-o-o!" she wailed.

Karen clung tenaciously to Jean's thighs and kept her tongue fluttering over Jean's cunt. Only when Jean begged for her to stop, did Karen lift her face from Jean's crotch.

Jean looked like she'd been through a marathon. Her hair was stuck to the sweat-soaked skin of her forehead and neck. Her mouth gaped as she tried to catch her breath.

But in her exhaustion, Jean knew that Karen would expect repayment. Already, Karen was reclining near Jean, showing Jean her spread crotch. And Karen was looking expectantly into Jean's eyes while she ran her hands through her own pubic hair.

"I've never done this before," Jean said as she began crawling between Karen's legs.

"I know, honey," Karen said. "That's all right. Just eat me like you like to be eaten."

As Jean watched Karen's cunt getting closer, she felt a new surge of excitement. Although she'd just come, now she knew the excitement of perversion. She was going to do something that would brand her as a lesbian.

Making herself comfortable in the vee of Karen's spread legs, she studied her cunt. She never thought a pussy was very beautiful before. But now she saw it in different terms. As she looked at the pink slot waiting for her tongue, it seemed very beautiful indeed.

Karen spread wider. Now Jean could clearly see the inner lips as they stretched open. And the odor of Karen's steaming juice bathed Jean's face.

Jean put her hands on Karen's thighs just below her cunt. With Karen's pussy framed like that, Jean brought her mouth to it. But before sticking her tongue in the gash, she ran her lips over the bristling hair. She filled her nose, with the funky smell.

Then, as she stuck put her tongue, Jean looked up over the horizon of Karen's belly. Beyond Karen's firm tits, Jean saw her looking back at her with a smile.

"I just know you'll love it," Karen said in encouragement.

Then Jean began probing with her outstretched tongue. As soon as the tip of her tongue met the wet flesh in Karen's snatch she felt something inside her snap. Suddenly, all hesitancy was gone.

Jean began covering the spread slot with hungry licks. Her tongue moved faster and faster at it moved from corner to corner of Karen's cunt. Jean stuck her tongue up Karen's flowing cunt-tube, then drilled her cunt.

Jean knew she was going wild and that she would do a better job if she slowed down. But she couldn't. She was in a frenzy of cunt lapping.

"Oh, hey," Karen grunted. "Jean, wow." Jean's face was wet with smeared juice as she licked and sucked every corner of Karen's pussy. Her nose and chin were getting into the act, too, in her eagerness.

Before long, Karen began to squirm. Now Jean had to hold on. But she held on tightly and didn't miss a stroke.

"I'm going to come," Karen moaned. "Uh-h-h-h."

When Jean heard that, she pressed her tongue hard against Karen's clit and kept it wiggling. Jean could hear Karen's body thrashing around on the hard surface of the boxes. She was really going wild. And Jean felt proud of herself.

Karen finally pushed Jean's head from her crotch.

"Wow," Karen said. "You really made me come like crazy. That was wild."

"Well, it was my first time," Jean said again.

"It was great," Karen assured her.

Jean was wiping the juice from her cheeks and chin. Being covered with that slippery fluid was an extra benefit of her new skill, Jean thought.

"Thanks," Jean said. "I really needed to do something really wild. I've been so horny lately I've been on the verge of fucking my own son."

"Really?" Karen asked with genuine interest.

Jean saw a chance to talk about her obsession with an understanding person. She told Karen how she had peeked at her son and how he had peeked at her. And she told her that whenever she fucked Mark, she pretended that it was her son Dave.

"Well why not just fuck him and be done with it?" Karen asked.

Jean was shocked. In all the time she'd been hot for her son, she had never once considered giving in to her incestuous desires. And now Karen was suggesting just that.

"But that's incest," Jean said.

"So what?" Karen said. "Incest, lesbianism, they're all fun. And no one gets hurt. What's the harm."

"Gee, Karen, I don't know," Jean said. "Well, now you're a lesbian," Karen said. "The other perversions can be just as exciting. But it's up to you."

The women dressed and went back to their offices. Jean told Karen that she'd love to have some more fun with her. And Karen agreed.

But now Jean knew that lesbianism wasn't the answer to her desire for her son. Especially with Karen's attitude toward Jean's problem, it was now worse than ever.