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CHAPTER TWO

It was late by the time Janie got home, and she expected to find her mother already asleep. But, oddly, all the lights were on, and a quick check proved that she wasn't in the house at all.

That didn't bother Janie, because she knew how her mom sometimes got restless late at night. Widowed for the past eight years, Mona Sanders occasionally got up before dawn and went for long walks around the neighborhood, or watched television for hours on end. Janie knew her mom got lonely every now and then, so she didn't mind those periods of insomnia.

And at the moment she was actually relieved. Glad for the chance to steal a few minutes alone, she hastily scampered upstairs to shower, washing all traces of Mr. Burke's cum from her slightly-sore cunt.

Refreshed and clean, still tingling from that experience, she slipped into a skimpy nightie, then headed downstairs to grab a quick snack.

Janie was starved. She downed a ham sandwich with a glass of cold milk, and that helped a little. Her freshly-fucked pussy continued to itch at the vivid memory of Mr. Burke's hard, stabbing prick and she couldn't seem to think about anything else. For the first time in her life, she was really beginning to understand her mother's restlessness.

At last, tired and with another babysitting session scheduled for the next morning, she started back up to her room.

It was as she climbed the stairs for bed that the front door burst open and two laughing voices filled the house, freezing her on the steps. One of the voices was her mother's, but the other belonged to a man.

"Don, you're just awful! If I went around telling jokes like that, I'd be run out of town!"

Startled and curious, Janie knelt on the stairs. From where she stooped, she could see clearly into the living room. Her mom appeared, laughing and stumbling slightly, on the steadying arm of a bulky, muscular man.

It was obvious that they'd had a few drinks, and that surprised her even more. Her mother rarely drank but, at the moment, she looked as if she were practically swimming in alcohol. She was holding onto the man's waist for support as they headed toward the couch. Her light cotton dress was carelessly askew, and her long, glossy brown hair tangled in loose curls about her shoulders after being exposed to this cool summer breeze. Normally a neat, immaculate woman, Mona never allowed herself to look the way she did now.

At last, they reached the couch. Mona flopped down onto her back, holding her stomach with one hand and wiping tears of laughter away with the other as the bulky man slumped at her feet with a heavy sigh.

To her amazement, Janie recognized Mr. Jackson from across the street, a nice quiet bachelor who was always friendly and polite whenever he saw her. He'd been drinking as well, and his broad, attractive face was flushed as he gazed down at Mona, who lay gasping for breath.

"Honestly, I've never laughed so hard in my life! If I hadn't run into you tonight, I never would've suspected what a dirty old man you really are, Don!"

Don Jackson grinned, his twinkling eyes taking in the way Mona's dress rode well her parted thighs to give him an unobstructed view of her shapely legs.

"Now you can't blame me for that, can you? After all, if you hadn't suggested these martinis I wouldn't have ended up telling jokes like that!" His pin widened. "And I wouldn't have discovered that you wear colored panties, either. And blue, yes – my favorite color!"

"Why, Don!" Pretending a gasp of shock, Mona didn't try to pull her dress down. Instead, her expression turned impish and sly. "You're just saying that because I happen to be wearing blue and, besides, any man who'd get a woman drunk, then peek up her dress is probably interested in other things besides pantie colors, anyway!"

They both broke into fresh drunken laughter at that, not the slightest embarrassed.

Neither of them knew that Janie was watching. Apparently it hadn't occurred to Mona that her daughter might be awake at this time of night, or else she'd lost track of time altogether. After another horny sleepless night, she had taken a long walk to cool off. Then Mona had met Don, who'd been sitting on his front porch swing enjoying the evening. It had happened so unexpectedly, their first neighborly hellos and polite chatting, then her mention of wishing she had a martini. One thing had led to another, and now she lay sprawled on the living room couch with her tipsy neighbor peering up her dress. It didn't even occur to her to wonder what Janie was up to.

"Are you absolutely sure this is your favorite color?" she went on teasingly, feeling her cunt melt with dewy heat under his gaze. "You're not just saying that in the hopes of getting a better look, are you?"

Don laughed, not taking his gaze from the veiled valley of her open thighs where that tantalizing glimpse of silky blue hovered. "Would I lie about such a thing like that? Of course, it might help if I got to see exactly what shade of blue you have on. That could make quite a difference, if you really want to know the truth."

He leered, obviously expecting her to laugh off his playful dare.

But Mona wasn't in the mood for laughing anymore. Her pussy was juicing in floods, making her glow with horny arousal. It was one of the nicest evenings she'd had in a long time, and her inhibitions had been softened by three martinis. Instead of laughing, she reached down.

"Oh, I want the truth, all right. And I guess the only way to get it is like this."

With only that brief warning to prepare him, she grasped the rumpled hem of her dress, pulling it up.

Don's jaw dropped, his chuckle choking off as she jerked the dress up to a bunched heap about her waist.

"Is this the right shade, Don?"

"Uhhh…"

His voice came out rough, and his blue eyes wide, staring down at Mona's exposed panties.

They were the bikini type – small, petite and sheer.

Their translucent fabric clearly showed off the bulge of her dark, thick cunt bush, and the crotch dwindled down to a tight crease that perfectly outlined her puffed cuntlips.

By this time, Mona's pussy was steamy with wetness, plastering the material to her even tighter. As he stared, that stain grew and spread over her crotch until it was a transparent film that showed off her cunt.

"Yeah," he said, swallowing hard as his cock speared up in his trousers. "Yeah, that's just my shade, all right. Jesus, is it ever!"

The lust in his voice was only too plain, and she answered it with a husky little giggle of her own. "Are you sure? I mean, positively sure? After all, I have a lot of colors to choose from. I could always change out of these, if you don't like them."

To make her offer even more clear, Mona slipped her hands down, thumbs hooking under the elastic waistband. She raised it slightly, as if preparing to jerk the panties off on the spot.

Don's throat went dry. Despite the drinks they'd had, he hadn't expected their sexy little game to go this far. And it was apparent that Mona wasn't just playing. Her panties were sopping, and the challenge in her sharp brown eyes was as plain as day.

Suddenly, the throb in his cock spiraled to a hammering ache, tenting his trousers to seam splitting stiffness. Mona was one of the most attractive women he'd ever met, a voluptuous brunette whose, enormous tits spilled down the cleavage of her dress, mashing them together as she lay in her daring pose. His eyes drifted along her body, back down across her flat stomach and pert little navel, to the full flare of her hips, settling once more on what had to be one of the lushest pussies in town.

The temptation was too good to pass up.

"I think you may be right," he managed to croak with a tight grin. "They may not be quite what I'm after, now that you mention it. How… how about handing them here, so I can get a closer look?"

Mona's smile grew even wider. "I thought you might say that. And now that I've got you wondering, it wouldn't be neighborly to refuse, would it?"

She began to ease the panties down, inching them off with purposeful slowness.

Hiding on the stairs, Janie gasped. She saw her mother's hips arch up, saw the panties ease down over them to let the first dark pussy curls spring free. Hypnotized, Don Jackson groaned as more and more cunt fur appeared, rich, glossy and almost black. It was the thickest mound of hair Janie had ever seen on a cunt. For an instant, she almost forgot that it was her own mother's pussy she was seeing.

Then the panties were peeling away, pulling stickily from Mona's crotch. Abruptly, her entire pussy came into view, pink and moist, flared like a hungry, open mouth to display her oozing cunt.

Although neither of them realized it, both Don and Janie held their breaths as Mona deftly wiggled the panties off completely. She dangled there in one uplifted hand, her legs spread to show off everything.

"Are these what you were after, Don?"

Don didn't seem to hear. His attention was totally on her sopping pussy, its pouting lips parted in a way that let him see right up into the fur-lined depths of her. She had a pussy every bit as gorgeous as he'd ever imagined, so pink against its black fringe that it almost seemed to glow red-hot. It throbbed under his stare, drooling juices and emanating a fragrant aroma just a hint sweeter than that of any other woman he'd ever known.

"Donald, you're not listening."

Mona made her voice light, despite the fact that her cunt was gushing incredibly now. In swift decision, she reached up behind her, capturing the clasp of her dress.

"Well, if that's the way you're going to be, maybe this'll catch your attention."

Even as the words came out she was pulling the unzipped dress up, working the bunched material past her full tits and soft shoulders, then completely off.

Now she was absolutely nude, her big tits trembling and straining up into even fatter, stiffer nipples than Janie's.

She lay back once more, almost laughing out loud at Don's expression. "Is it still my panties you want, lover? Or could I interest you in something else?"

"Christ!" the word ripped from him in an explosion of breath. "Oh Christ!" Suddenly, he slipped off the couch. Sinking to his knees, he pushed Mona's thighs wide apart and shoved his face between them. "Ahhhh!"

Astonished, Janie saw it all. She saw Mr. Jackson's mouth dive into her mom's luxuriant fur muff, saw his fat tongue lash out and lap up the length of her glistening pussy. Mona gasped and flopped her legs open, clutching handfuls of his hair and urging him on.

It all happened so fast that the teenager didn't realize she was squirming, her tender young cunt itching and tingling furiously. The spectacle of her mother stretched out nude on the couch with Mr. Jackson's tongue slapping wetly over her pussy held Janie spellbound. It was only when her own inner thighs began to tickle with streaming juices that she realized she was turned on as well.

Oblivious to their spectator, Mona and Don lurched in frantic unison. Their inhibitions stripped, they became a panting, groaning tangle of sensation as he buried his tongue up her frothing cunt and she soared up to take it.

"Oh, my God, Don, that's wonderful! It's been so long. Eat me baby! Eat me up! Tha… oh, God, yesss, that's good! Give it to me, lover, give it to me!"

Her hips bucked up as he probed into the juiciest cunt he'd ever tasted. Gallons of cunt cream seemed to pour over his jabbing tongue. With a muffled groan, Don dived into her pussy for more.

"Mmmfff," he gurgled.

Mona let out a wail of sheer delight as her cuntlips were pushed wide apart for his gouging tongue. It slurped in and out of her pussy with hungry, prick-like stabs, wiggling deep for the steamy juices there. It had been years since she'd had a good eating out, and now she was getting it from an expert. Don knew just how to slide his meaty tongue over her hooded clit with each jab, working both clit and cunthole at once. At the same time, he reamed her pussy out, lapping every sensitive fold of her inflamed lips in a way that had her crying out in ecstasy.

"Do it, lover! Eat me good. Oh, baby, that's it! Easter, faster!"

She spasmed up, sobbing. Don groaned and dug into her pussy more frantically than ever.

And Janie, hardly aware of what she was doing, slipped a hand down to her own seething little cunt. The sight of Mr. Jackson's big tongue sliding in and out of her mom's cunt had its effect. Her own pussy was aglow at the realization that only a short time ago she'd been eaten out like that, herself, just the way her mom was getting it now! The first tentative touch of her fingertips along the creased outer lips of her cunt was enough to force out a little gasp. Almost before she knew it, Janie was kneading her aching pussy and dipping a finger up into the velvety sheath of her hole.

"Don, Do… ahhhhhnnn!" Mona shrieked then, flailing like a hooked fish. Her attractive face was twisted in a look of pure ecstasy, and spasms ripped through her like a series of firecracker bursts.

Don made greedy gulping noises. His head bobbed between her clenched thighs, and his fat tongue wormed into her cunt with new intensity.

Her mom was coming, and that fact made Janie's pussy drool even harder. The finger lodged between her cuntlips began to ease in and out, shoving deeper.

"Uhhh… ohhh, oh, babyyy." Delirious in that first thrill of completion, Mona purred out a husky giggle. "Sweet, sweet baby. I can't stand it anymore. Give me your cock, before I die! Please, oh, God after the things you've done to my cunt, I've got to have it! Hurry! Fuck me!"

"Jesus!" Don bellowed.

Her hands were already fumbling at his crotch. Even as Don reacted to her urgent pleas, Mona's fingers slipped into his trousers, then drew out his prick.

It was huge and bloated, its veined thickness pulsing in Mona's hand as she shoved his pants down to his knees and lay back once more, pulling it to her in the same motion.

Don's cock speared home, its enormous head thrusting between her soaked cuntlips, then jamming deep into her pussy. Instantly, she was wildly clutching his bare ass and bouncing up for more as his fuckshaft slithered deep into her aching cunt.

Janie saw Mr. Jackson's monster cock pound into her mother's pussy, saw Mona's full mouth open in a cry of sheer rapture as her cunt was filled with hard, pulsing cock for the first time in years.

"Naaaa… aaahhh!" the brunette shrieked, writhing and twisting as if screwing herself onto his fat prick with the intention of never letting go.

A fresh gush of hot cunt juice poured over her hand, and Janie began to plunge her sticky finger in and out with eager new hunger. The sight of Mr. Jackson's veined prick sheathed in her mom's pussy had its effect. She could almost pretend his cock was tearing between her own plump, tender pussylips, probing deep into the heated core of her cunt until it filled her completely.

"Oh Christ," Don grunted, bucking atop the attractive widow, who sobbed and lurched beneath bun. "You've got the juiciest pussy I've ever had my cock in! Jesus, it's hot! But I can cool it off for you, baby. Oh, yeah, I can cool you off real nice."

His huge cock began to pump in and out of Mona's seething cunt, and she went wild.

"Fuck me!" she wailed, bucking on the couch with a sheer ferocity that rammed her soaked cunt onto his meaty prick. "Oh, my God, baby, give it to me! Give me your cock! I've got to have it all!"

Her wails rose to a shrill scream as Don increased his pumping, gliding his prick out of her slick pussy to the very rim of his knobbed cock head, then back again, sinking it to the balls.

The thoroughness of his fucking had Mona flopping, her tapered legs fluttering around him like wings, and her fingernails digging into his ass to urge him on.

"Yesss!" she cried, clamping her cunt muscles over his thickened prick and squeezing it in her pussy. "Fuck me! Oh, Lord, it's been so long! Stuff it in me faster, fasterrrrrr!"

Their bodies thrashed on the squeaking couch, Don panting for breath as he plunged his prick in and out of her sucking pussy, and Mona lurching up to take his cock.

With a small whimper, Janie wavered on the stairs, shoving her wet finger furiously into her creaming cunt and grinding the heel of her hand hard against her clit. Mr. Jackson's enormous prick seemed to melt right into her mom's slurping pussy, his fuckshaft all slick and glistening as it glided between her fattened cuntlips and pushed to its base inside her.

Suddenly, she let out a shriek, and her body arched with an intensity that lifted them both off the couch. "I'm coming! Cum in me baby, give me your jizz. Fuck me, damn you! Fuck! Fuck!"

She screamed then, lunging up from the couch as if a bomb had exploded under her.

Don grunted, his cock slamming up the brunette's clenched pussy as she rippled and soared beneath him. That was all it took to unleash the load of cum that boiled up in his balls. Writhing atop her, he plunged his aching prickmeat home and let it rip.

"Guuuhhh!" she sobbed as a thick blast of jism tore into her cunt, flooding it with steamy pleasure. Orgasm after orgasm wrenched through her. Spiraling higher and higher, she let out a scream of pure, blissful release.

Staring with glazed eyes at the scene below her, Janie panted for breath. Her hips undulated furiously, and her cunt smacked wetly against her hand as she saw splatters of jism seep from her mother's fuck hole with the ferocity of Mr. Jackson's pumping prick. Both adults writhed and twisted, their groins mingling and bodies thrashing in the throes of climax.

Suddenly, Janie spasmed in the hunching frenzy of her own orgasm, and her finger slammed into her pussy as far as it would go.

"Ooooohhh," she moaned softly.

She wrenched onto her hand, coming almost as hard as she had on Mr. Burke's prick. Tidal waves of delight washed through her, drenching her cunt in foamy satisfaction. She swayed dizzily on the stair steps, climaxing in delicious burst as her mother and Mr. Jackson writhed in their own haze of completion.

For a moment which seemed to last forever, all three of them hovered like that, drifting at the peak of explosion.

Then, in a slow undulating motion, Mona sank back onto the couch in a sated heap.

"Oh, God, that was good! Sooo fucking good!"

Breathing hoarsely, Don slumped atop her as the last droplets of jism were greedily milked from his prick by her hot, drenched cunt that held it captive.

"Oh, yeah, it was that, all right. And more. Jesus, I haven't had it like that since… hell, I don't think I've ever had it like that!"

They laughed together, their voices husky.

Giving out a small satisfied gasp, Janie pulled her sopping finger from her sore cunt. Her legs felt weak and limp, just as they had when she'd left Mr. Burke's house.

Smoothing down her nightie, she gave them a last secretive glance.

Mona lay panting, her big tits mashed against Mr. Jackson's hairy chest, and her fingers digging into his ass as she moaned: "Good baby, so good."

They were still lying like that, clenched in each other's arms, when a dazed and sleepy Janie crept softly up to her room.