Mothers, sons, and lovers
written by:
JL

Julianne opened her front door with a tired but satisfied sigh. She'd gotten off work early—2:30 in the afternoon--as a reward after closing a major deal. She was looking forward to getting out of her clothes and into a long hot bath.

Then she heard noises from her living room. Grunts and groans, moans and gasps and a rhythmic slapping sound. Was her son Blake watching porn downstairs?

She peered into the living room and stifled a gasp. Oh my . . .

Her next-door neighbor Brittany was riding Blake's 19-year-old cock, bouncing up and down on her new leather couch. Brit's big boobs were mashed against Blake's face as he thrust up into her pussy. They were both so intent on fucking each other that neither one of them noticed her. Or would have cared if they did.

Juli stared. Brit's plump ass was rising up and down. She clutched Blake's shoulders, and her blond hair was swinging back and forth as she fucked him. "Oh Blake," she chanted, "oh Blake, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, oh yes Blake . . ."

Julianne couldn't turn away, even though she was watching her own son—and her best friend—writhing together like two horny teenagers. But their naked flesh, their moans and grunts, were turning her on.

But she couldn't get upstairs without them seeing her. And she sure as hell didn't want to walk in on them right now. Damn it. So she watched as long as she dared, and then she grabbed her briefcase and quietly left before they saw her.

* * *

Brittany moaned as Blake squeezed her butt. "Oh yeah . . . fuck me . . . fuck me . . . harder . . . harder . . ." Blake's feet kicked up and down as he struggled to drive his cock up faster and firmly.

Blake was close to cumming. "Oh yeah," he groaned, gripping Brittany's ass. "Get ready . . . get ready for it . . ."

"Give it to me." Brittany moaned. "Shoot it all up inside me. I'm ready. I want to feel it, I want it—ahh!" She came, and then felt Blake's cum squirting inside her body. "Oh, yes," she murmured, her body shaking. It was everything she'd hoped for.

Blake couldn't believe he'd just fucked his mom's friend. He'd lusted after Brittany since high school, but never dreamed he'd actually get to sink his cock into her. He felt each pulse of his cock until it went limp. The older woman rolled off him and kissed him on the lips.

"I'd better get going." She laughed. "We wouldn't want your mom to see us, right?"

***

On Saturday Julianne went to Brittany's house for coffee. They were both divorced and in their forties. They kept their bodies in good shape by working out obsessively, and they were always horny.

Brittany had curly blonde hair and big boobs. Julianne was a slender brunette with long legs. And tits that attracted attention too.

"Look, Brit." Julianne set down her coffee and leaned forward. "The other day? I saw you having sex with my son."

"Oops." Brittany giggled. "I hope we didn't stain the sofa."

"I ought to slap the shit out of you, bitch." But she laughed too. "Was that the first time?"

"Yep. Not the only time, I hope." She sipped her coffee and licked her lips.

Julianne was curious in spite of herself. "Was he—you know—good?"

Brittany nodded with a grin. "Oh, yeah."

Juli leaned forward. She had to know more. "How did you . . . get it started?'

Brit thought back. "Well, I was pretty direct . . ."

***

They had keys to each other's houses, so Brittany just let herself in. It was 2:00 on a hot July afternoon, so she figured Juli would be at work at least another few hours.

She'd been dreaming about Blake for a long time. When he was just 15 she'd watched him mowing the lawn in just a pair of cutoff jeans and sneakers. He had a broad chest and a deeply tanned back, and the muscles in his legs made her legs feel weak. She'd leaned against the window, her hand in her crotch. Oh . . . oh . . . ohhh . . . She came watching him, gasping hard, wanting his young cock inside her instead of her fingers. But she knew she had to wait a few years.

Then yesterday, after a disappointing date with a man who only made her cum once, she'd suddenly decided it was time.

Blake was in the living room, watching TV in his jeans, his shirt off. The muscles in his chest looked hard and tanned.

"Hi, Ms. Halter. Mom's not home." He switched off the TV instantly and reached for his shirt when Brittany walked in.

"I know." Brittany was wearing a loose T-shirt and her shortest white shorts. She smiled. "Can you help me with something, Blake?"

"Sure, what?" He stood up and tried not to stare directly at Brittany's nipples. He hoped his hard cock wasn't too obvious.

She kicked her sandals off. "I want you to help me take my clothes off."

"Uh, what?" Blake stared at her boobs, his arms shaking. Did she really say that? "You mean . . ."

"Oh, don't be stupid, Blake." Brit laughed. "I want to get naked! And then I want to fuck you. Come on. You know what to do."

For a moment Blake really didn't know what to say. Then he knew exactly what to do. He grinned and put his hands on Brittany's hips. "Okay. Here we go . . . "

Brittany lifted her arms as Blake pulled her shirt up. Her heart pounded as her tits sprang forward. Brit had decided to skip the bra, since she hoped it would be coming off soon anyway. She let the shirt drop to the floor and put her hands on her hips, enjoying Blake's first sight of her boobs. Even if her forties, they hardly sagged at all.

"Oh, wow." Blake couldn't help himself. He grabbed Brittany's tits and squeezed, remembering every time he'd wanted to lick and kiss them since his cock had started getting hard in 7th grade.

His father had left them for some bimbo when he was nine, and they'd moved next door to the Halter family, and then Mr. Halter had gotten caught having sex with his office assistant. So they got divorced, and then Brittany was over here all the time, talking to his mom about what pigs men were.

Sometime in high school he'd noticed that she was hot. Even when he had his own girlfriends—Jayne, with big boobs who liked to suck his dick while he ate her pussy, and Dawne, who just wanted him to fuck her hard every chance they got—he still waited for the chance to watch Brittany through his binoculars as she sunbathed next door in her bikini.

Sometimes she rolled over on her stomach and unhooked the top. Once he saw her just sit up, her boobs bobbing as she pulled her bikini top up over her shoulders and snapped it behind her back. He saw her nipples. He reached under his pants and grabbed his dick, jacking off, and grunting hard. He knew it was wrong, but he couldn't help himself.

She came over for dinner the next night, and he couldn't look her in the eyes. He just kept sneaking a look at her legs. One time he thought she noticed him, and winked. He ran upstairs after dessert.

Now . . . Blake groaned as he kissed her tits. "Fuck," he murmured. "I always wanted this."

Brittany laughed, a hand on his shoulder. "That's right, Blake. Me too. Ever since . . . ohh . . . for a long time. Now we can do it." Her pussy was tingling. "Get your pants off. I want to see your cock. Now."

Blake jumped back, grinning. "Yeah." He peeled his jeans down. "Is that what you want to see?" His cock bulged forward.

Brit smiled as the sight of his thick young prick. "Exactly."

Blake gazed at Brittany's crotch., his cock jerking. "Let me see it too? I always wanted . . ."

She giggled. "I guess you do deserve a look at this. Here." She slid her shorts down her legs. "Is this what you want to see?"

She hadn't worn panties or a thong. Her pussy had a pale blonde strip of hair, and it was already glistening with excitement.

Just like I need . . ." She kicked them away, grinning as Blake gazed at her slick wet pussy. He reached out to her touch her.

"Oh, Blake." She dropped to her knees and stared at his cock. "I always wondered what it would look like. And . . ." She flicked her tongue forward. "Taste like."

"Oh, wow." Blake leaned back as Brittany sucked his cock into her mouth. "Oh yeah!"

Brittany gripped his hard, muscular ass with one hand, stroking his balls with the other. His cock surged in her mouth. "Mm . . . mm . . . mm . . ." Her pussy was throbbing. She loved the feeling of a hard cock between her lips.

Blake clutched her shoulder with one hand, grunting as she sucked him. "Oh fuck!" He bent his knees, shoving his cock deeper into her mouth. "Oh please . . . please . . ."

"Mmmf." Brittany pressed her body against his legs. She didn't want him to cum yet. She squeezed the base of his cock and leaned back, rubbing the rip of his prick over her face. The precum dripped down her cheeks. She heard him groan, aching to cum.

"Okay, Blake." She let his cock go. "Time to do what you always wanted. Right?"

"Yeah." He bit his lip, trying to keep from spurting all over the carpet as Brittany leaned back on the couch and spread her thighs wide. "Always."

Brit grinned. "Tell me. What was the first time you want to fuck me?"

He crouched between her legs, his cock jutting forward. "That one time you and my mom where in the backyard. You were in a bikini. I was 14. And you were drinking beer, and I was watching you, and--" He stroked her thighs. "It was only the second or third time I ever jacked off. I just wanted--"

She reached up to grab his shoulder. "You don't have to jack off to me anymore, Blake. Just do it to me. Right now."

Blake nodded. "Okay."

He rammed his hard cock into Brittany's throbbing pussy.

She yelped with pleasure. Oh yes. Blake was rough and hard, but his young cock filled her better than any other dick she'd had in months. And the way he looked down at her—the lust in his eyes as he thrust deep and than deeper—made her feel like a teenager, taking her first cock, not caring what anyone else thought.

She was going to love this. Every minute. Every inch. She wrapped her legs around Blake's hips. "Do it," she moaned. "Fuck me hard."

Blake's mind was in a whirl. He'd fucked a girl just a week ago—a blonde from school, with big tits and tanned legs. They were in a park at 2:00 a.m., and she'd stripped naked and laid back on a picnic table. "Come on, Blake, do it fast." She was rubbing her pussy. "Don't you want it? I want it. I need it—oh! That's right! Right there . . ."

They came fast, and then the girl—Heather?—grabbed her clothes and ran away. It was good, but too quick. He was going to enjoy this. He gazed down at Brittany's boobs as they bounced with each hard thrust.

"I always wanted to do this," he groaned. "Wanted to get my cock inside you. Is that okay?" He leaned up. "Can I say that? I always wanted to . . . ohh . . ."

Brittany laughed. "I wanted it too. Ever since . . ." She panted. "Maybe 15 or 16, I don't know, you looked so hot and so young . . ." His cock was pulsing inside her. "Wait . . . wait . . ."

She pushed him away. His cock was throbbing. "I need to ride that." She kissed his cheek. "I've been dreaming about it for years."

"R-really?" Blake sat back on the couch, his cock jutting up.

"Yes, Blake." Brittany stroked his hard rod. Then she swung a leg up over his hips and grasped his prick, aiming it up at her dripping pussy. "This what I want. Oh! Oh!"

She sank down, letting his cock slide up inside her. She leaned forward, pressing her tits against his face.

Her ass bobbed up and down. She grabbed Blake's shoulders, her hair swinging back and forth as she fucked him, oblivious to anything around her. This was all she wanted. Nothing else mattered right now except Blake's hard cock inside her tight, wet pussy.

Blake squeezed her butt as Brittany moaned. "Oh yeah . . . fuck me . . . fuck me . . . harder . . . harder . . ." Blake's feet kicked up and down as he struggled to drive his cock up faster and firmly.

Blake was close to cumming. "Oh yeah," he groaned, gripping Brittany's ass. "Get ready . . . get ready for it . . ."

"Give it to me." Brittany moaned. "Shoot it all up inside me. I'm ready. I want to feel it, I want it—ahh!" She came, and then felt Blake's cum squirting inside her body. "Oh, yes," she murmured, her body shaking.

Then Brittany rolled off him and kissed him on the lips. "I'd better get going." She laughed. "We wouldn't want your mom to see us, right?"

* * *

Of course Brit didn't tell her friend every detail. But she could see that Julianne was turned on.

"So how much did you see?" She sipped her coffee and grinned.

"Your butt, mostly." Julianne giggled. "You were right on top of him. You were moaning. And he was--" She closed her eyes and pictured her son's cock driving up inside her. "He was doing it. Hell, you're just a fucking slut, aren't you?"

For a moment she was furious again. At Brittany, at her son—and maybe herself. Why can't I do that? Why shouldn't I? I want . . .

"Sorry." Brit shrugged. "Is this going to be a problem?"

"Maybe not." Julianne finished her coffee, calmer now. But her pussy was still tingling. Could she do this?

She leaned forward. "You have a son too."

Brittany grinned. Her son Miles was 23, sturdy and muscular. He had a lot of girlfriends. Sometimes she peeked into his room to watch them doing it. Miles had a good body, and his cock seemed to satisfy all his girlfriends.

Oh hell. She'd fucked Julianne's son. Why not?

Brittany stood up. "Miles is upstairs right now. And I'm going shopping. And then I'm going to the gym."

"You mean . . ." Juli looked nervous. "Really?

Brittany laughed. "Do whatever you want, bitch. I'll be home in a few hours."

* * *

Julianne walked upstairs slowly. Was she really going to do this? The sight of Brittany on top of her son, riding his hard cock, moaning with lust--it had turned her inside out. She'd spent the last few nights masturbating furiously with her vibrator in bed after midnight, but she ended up still frustrated. Wanting something more. Something real.

I'm going to do this, she thought. I need this. I need . . .

She knocked on the bedroom door. "Hello?"

Miles yanked the door open. "Mom, I said—oh. Hi, Ms. Colt. Oops."

Brittany's son was stark naked

Julianne stared at his nude body. Miles had broad shoulders, a hairy chest, and as she looked down, a thick hairy cock. "Is this how you answer the door?"

"It's my room. I'm allowed to be naked if I want." He grinned. "What can I do for you?"

She hesitated. Then she pushed her way into his bedroom.

"What's going on?" Miles backed away, staring at her. His cock flopped up and down. "My mom's right downstairs--"

"Shut up." Julianne smiled. She hadn't come over here planning to seduce her friend's son, but she was glad she was wearing her black shorts and her cleanest white T-shirt. "Your mother's out. This is just between us. And I need this."

His cock reared up. "Uh, okay."

Juli pulled her shorts down, along with her wet panties. Miles stared at her snatch, his cock stiffening. Then Juli kicked her panties across the room. Her boobs bounced as she yanked at her shirt, and in a minute she was naked in front of him. She felt too horny and impatient to waste time.

Miles gasped. When he was 14 he used to jack off thinking about her. He saw her all the time in shorts and loose blouses, and he could spy on her from his room when she sunbathed in her bikini in the back yard.

Then she'd gotten divorced. For a few months, Miles fantasized about her seducing him. Then he'd gotten his first girlfriend—at least, the first girl who'd let him fondle her boobs and give him a handjob. His next girl actually sucked his cock, as long as he licked her pussy first. In college a girl named Kristi with blond hair and big boobs finally let him fuck her . . . and fuck her . . . and fuck her . . . the whole year. Miles was happy.

But he never stopped thinking about Julianne Colt. Every summer when he came home from college he watched her hanging out with his mom, or sitting in her back yard in a bikini, or just walking around the neighborhood in those tight shorts.

Now she was standing in front of him. Naked. Her boobs jutting out. And she was reaching for his cock. His big hairy cock.

Juli bit her lip. Yeah, she needed this. More than Brittany had needed to fuck Blake. Brit was a slut. She had sex all the time. I haven't gotten laid in weeks, she thought, and the last time was with an old guy she'd met at a concert who came in thirty seconds and refused to eat her pussy.

Miles was young and strong. And his cock . . . she wrapped her hands around it. "Sit down."

"Oh . . ." Miles sank down onto his bed. Was this really happening? But he sat back and sighed as Julianne sucked his cock into her mouth. "Oh yeah," he groaned. "Oh, that's good, oh yes . . ."

She sank her mouth down around his cock, plunging it into her mouth. She used to love sucking cock when she was a teenager, feeling the shaft tremble between her lips and listening to the moans of her boyfriends as she swirled her tongue around their dicks. Her ex-husband used to just demand blowjobs, and he usually came with a splash in 20 seconds. Eventually he gave up on sex altogether—at least with her. She hadn't found a good cock to suck in months.

But Miles had a hard, rigid penis, and although she could feel it trembling as he gasped, Julie could tell he wouldn't cum right away. And as much as she wanted to taste his cum, she wanted him inside her body even more.

She stroked his shaft and played with his balls. Miles moaned, his hands clutching her bare shoulders. "Oh, yeah, baby, do that, it's so good . . ."

"Mmm." Julianne's pussy was wet and pulsing. "You taste so good." She pulled away. "You want to taste me?"

Miles groaned in frustration, just moments from cumming. "I want to fuck you."

Juli laughed. "Lick me first. I want to feel your tongue."

He took a deep breath. "Sure."

Julianne sat on the bed and spread her thighs, one hand fingering her clit. "Do it."

Miles got down on his knees between her legs, his cock throbbing. Julianne's pussy was red and wide open, hot and inviting. As hard as he wanted to slam his cock inside her, he wanted to taste her juices. So he leaned forward, his tongue flicking back and forth.

"Ahh!" Juli yelped as the tip of his tongue flickered across her pussy lips. "Yes . . . yes, Miles, yes . . ." She clasped a hand on his neck. "Right there, and don't stop. Oh, oh, oh . . ."

Miles couldn't wait to stick his cock deep inside the older woman's pussy, but right now her cries of ecstasy were enough to satisfy him. He grinned to himself, plunging his tongue deep inside Juli's slit. Her legs shuddered as he ate her, and after a moment she was pounding her hands on his back. "Oh yeah," she moaned. "Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah . . ."

Then she pushed him away. Moments from cumming. But she wanted Miles' cock in her body, the same way her own son's dick had plunged in and out of Brittany's pussy. She rolled over on the bed and planted her feet on the floor, her legs wide.

"Do it, Miles," she ordered. "Fuck me. Cum inside me. Make me cum."

Wow. His cock was hard, and he'd fantasized about his friend's mom for years, but Miles hesitated. He wanted to enjoy the sight of Julianne's round firm ass sticking up in the air, her legs trembling, and sound of her hoarse voice, begging him to fuck her hard and deep.

"Oh-okay." He stood up and grabbed Juli's hips. "Here I come. Here it--"

"Oh!" Julianne shrieked with pleasure as Mile's hot cock speared her pussy. "Oh yeah!" She pushed her hips back as Miles filled her up. "That's it, that's it, just like that, just like . . ."

Just like Blake had pounded Brittany's pussy. But she couldn't say that right now. So she leaned down and bit her lip and concentrated on enjoying all the sensations running up and down her body.

Miles leaned forward, one hand on Juli's hip, one hand rubbing her sweaty back as he rammed back and forth into her body. He'd always wanted to fuck a hot milf. He'd just never expected to fuck his mom's friend. For a moment he felt like was going to cum right away, but he slowed, panting, until Juli wiggled her hips impatiently. Then, with a grin, he started thrusting again. Hard and heavy. His balls shook with each downward thrust.

Ohhh . . . Julianne's body quivered as Miles drove his cock deeper and deeper inside her.

Brittany, you slut, she thought between gasps of lust, you didn't have it this good. Your son is better, he's harder, he's bigger, and I can fuck him anytime I want. You think you're so hot? Ahhh . . .

She pressed her face down into the sheets. "I'm going to cum," she announced. "Oh fuck, I'm going to cum . . ."

"Y-yeah." Miles grabbed her ass. "Me tooo . . ." His cock spurted, and he gasped as his cum poured into Julianne's body. "Oh, oh, oh . . ."

"Yes!" Juli shrieked, pounding the mattress. "Fuck me, fuck me, it's so good! Ahhh . . ."

For a moment they were both lost in a sea of mutual pleasure—Julianne's pussy squeezing Miles' cock as she came, and his prick squirting cum deep inside her pussy as he gasped and groaned.

"Oh yeah." Julianne sighed. "That was good. So good . . ."

Miles fell backward and sat on the floor. "Oh, wow."

"Yeah." Julianne took one last deep breath and then sat up, her body still shaking. His cum dribbled down her thigh. "I needed that."

"I guess so." Miles laughed. He still couldn't believe what had happened.

Juli smiled at him. Even with his cock limp and drained, Miles was still a handsome, muscular young man. "Do you have lots of sex?"

"Sure." He grinned. "I mean . . . you know."

"Right." She reached for her shorts. "We can do this again. Anytime your mother's not around."

His eyes brightened. "Really? I mean . . ." He shrugged. But his cock was already perking up. "Okay."

* * *

Brittany came over later that night. "So how was it?"

"Your son was a good fuck." Julianne poured her a glass of wine. "A great one, actually. Blake's out with friends, by the way. If that's why you're here."

"No." She sat back. "Maybe." She gulped her wine. "I just wanted to make sure we're all right."

Julianne looked at her across the table. Britanny was wearing a black T-shirt and loose shorts.

Her pussy was still tingling from her orgasm with Miles. She still wore her black shorts, and she could smell his cum between her legs. Could Brit smell it too?

"We're fine." She stood up and walked around the table. "There's just one more thing."

Brit laughed. "What? I fucked your son, you fucked mine. What else do you want?"

Julianne leaned down behind Brittany, her lips close to her friend's ear. "This." She slid her hands around her T-shirt and squeezed her tits.

"W-what?" Brit squirmed with shock, and then pleasure as her friend's hands roamed over her boobs. "Really? Oh. Oh yes. Mmm . . ."

"Really." Julie squeezed her tits gently. "Ever since I saw you with my son. Your ass, bouncing up and down. Your hot legs." She licked Brittany's ear. "Your boobs rubbing against his face."

"Mmm." Brit leaned back, enjoying the feeling of Juli's hands rubbing her nipples. "So you weren't mad because I was fucking him? Because you wanted to fuck me?"

"Oh, I was mad at both of you." She pulled Brittany's T-shirt up. "Because I was horny. And because you're so fucking hot." She clutched Brittany's tits from behind, twirling her fingertips around her nipples. "Miles has a hard cock. But I want to lick your hot pussy."

"Blake's cock is so long and thick." Brittany moaned, leaning back. "But I like a little hot pussy too. Upstairs?"

Julianne shook her head. "The couch."

Brit laughed. "It's a good place for it."

Out in the living room they kissed, running their hands over each other's bodies, and then started pulling their clothes off. They'd seen each other naked at the gym lots of times, but it was never like this. Now Julianne could check her friend's nude body out without hiding her interest, and strip down knowing that Brit was watching her the same way.

Brittany smiled at the sight of Juli's tits, licking her lips. She tossed her own T-shirt on the floor and yanked her shorts and panties down. Her pussy already felt wet and eager.

The two friends faced each other, naked, smiling. Julia reached out to slide her hand over Brit's hip. Brit shivered.

Then Juli plopped down on her new leather couch, no caring what happened to it. She opened her legs wide and began stroking her pussy. "Have you done it before? With another woman?"

Brit laughed. "Oh, yeah. Lots of times in college." She knelt between Julianne's knees. "Not so much since I got divorced. Except I had a threesome in a hotel room on a business trip." She ran one hand up and down Julia's smooth thigh, then slid it forward to tickle the edge of her slit.

"Ohh . . ." Julianne smiled. "I did it with one of a teacher at Blake's school. It wasn't the first time. She wasn't his teacher. But had these big tits, and she . . . ahh! You know how to do it right." Her legs shook.

Brittany chuckled. "Only a girlfriend knows what a girl likes." She leaned down and kissed Juli's pussy lips.

Julianne put her hands on Brit's shoulders and pulled her up. "Come here. I want . . ." She kissed Brit on the mouth, tasting the first hint of her own juices, and then she bent her down to start sucking on Brittany's nipples.

"Like that," Brittany breathed, pressed her tits against Juli's face. "Soft and gentle . . ." She slipped a hand between Juli's legs. Her friend's pussy felt wet and hot. She slid a finger in.

Julianne groaned, sucking on her friend's boobs as her pussy quivered with delight. Brit's finger was inside her body, probing her pussy. She reached for Brittany's clit and rubbed a finger against it, and Brittany gasped in response.

Their fingers moved faster as their pussies got slicker with lust. Brittany pushed her boobs against Juli's as they kissed, more frantic and frenzied with each jab and stroke. Their tongues swirled in each other's mouths. Then Julianne laid back on the couch, one foot on the floor.

"Get up here, bitch," she whispered. "And get down there."

Brittany laughed. The couch was wide enough for her to throw her legs over Juli's shoulders and crouch down, her hands on Juli's legs. She leaned down, inhaling the scent of Juli's dripping pussy as she lowered her own pussy down on Juli's face. "Lick it, slut. Make me cum."

"Fuck yeah." Juli's tongue leaped up. She wanted to make Brittany scream. But then Brit's tongue was licking her own pussy, and she cried out in ecstasy. "Oh yes! Oh yeah! Oh, oh, oh . . ."

Brittany gasped for breath, bouncing on Juli's face as her body squirmed. Julianne was sliding her tongue around and around inside her hole, and the sensations were driving her crazy. She forced herself to keep her tongue on her friend's red clit as her body writhed and shook. Juli's thighs gripped her neck. She reached down, clutching Juli's ass, and lifted her head for breath. Then she went back down, feeling the growing surge in her body. Soon . . . soon . . .

Julianne felt Brit's fingers digging into her butt, and she grabbed her friend's ass in response, squeezing and moaning. Brit's pussy was dripping, her salty juices running down her cheeks, and she knew Brit was going to cum soon. She smiled.

But her own pussy was throbbing too. Brittany's tongue was everywhere. She closed her eyes, moaning, licking at Brit's pussy as her body rose and fell on the couch. This was so good. She'd dreamed of this, fantasized about it, masturbated to the fantasy . . . well, not necessarily Brittany. But other women, and men, young men, girls at the gym--she'd been so sexually frustrated lately that anything was better than fingering her own clit. Walking in on Brittany and her son--

The memory of them naked on the ouch—this couch, Brittany driving her pussy down onto Blake's young cock—made her cum with an orgasm that felt like fireworks and rain. "Oh!" She pushed her hips up as Brittany kept licking her. "Oh fuck, Brit, do it! Oh yeah! Oh fuck yeah . . ."

Brittany kept up her licking for as long as she could. Then she reared back, rocking back and forth on Julianne's face as her own pussy clenched and then exploded in an orgasm that felt like an earthquake inside her body. "Ahh . . . ahh . . ."

She grabbed the back of the couch and tried to lift her hips so she wouldn't suffocate her friend as she came. Juli's body rocked back and forth, drenching the leather with her pussy juices. Brittany laughed, remembering Blake's cum dribbling down her thighs.

Juli would need to have the couch cleaned. Or maybe buy a new one. But she didn't seem to care. Not right now.

"Oh." Julianne gasped, her skin covered with sweat. Her pussy quivered. "Oh."

"Yeah." Brittany rolled off her. "That was good."

"Yeah." Juli sat up, and Brit sat beside her. For a moment they just shook, their bodies still hot and trembling. Then Juli kissed Brit, deep and hard. "That's just what I wanted."

"Mmm . . ." Brittany stroked Julianne's wet pussy. "You want to do it again?"

"Mm-hmm." Julianne ran a hand down Brittany's arm. "Blake's at work. He won't be home for hours."

* * *

Blake opened the door. They'd let him off early at the pizza place because business was slow. He was looking forward to some TV and maybe some porn in his room.

Then he heard noises in the living room. Grunts and groans, moans and gasps, followed by the sound of a kiss and a quiet, contented sigh. What the hell? Was his mom watching porn?

He peered into the living room—and saw his mom and their next-door neighbor sitting on the couch. They were both stark naked, their hands sliding over each other's bare sweaty skin. Brittany leaned down to kiss his mother's nipple. Julianne squirmed with pleasure.

Blake stared. He couldn't turn away, even though she was watching his own mother—and the MILF he'd fucked just yesterday—making out together like two horny teenagers. But their naked flesh, their moans and grunts, were turning him on.

"Hi there!" He marched into the living room, a wide grin on his face. "Home early!"

"What the--" Julianne jumped up, covering her boobs with one arm and her crotch with her hand. "What are you—why—turn around! Right now!"

With a laugh, Blake turned his back while his mother struggled back into her shorts and T-shirt. He heard her swear, and then whisper to Brittany. "Are you just going to sit there like that?"

Brit chuckled. "This is what I came for. Remember?"

"You fucking whore." But then she laughed. "Fine. I'm going upstairs. But you'd better take a long time at the gym tomorrow."

What the fuck? So she knew about him fucking Brittany. But what about . . . oh no. Had his mom really fucked Miles?

Miles was older than him. He was going to college, and he had lots of girlfriends. But he'd always been friendly. They weren't exactly friends, but . . .

Yeah, Blake understood that his mother was kind of hot. And she was lonely. He knew she brought men home sometimes late at night. He heard them through the walls, before she kicked them out early in the morning, before she thought he was awake.

And anyway, he'd fucked Miles' mother. His cock pulsed, looking at her on the couch. Maybe it didn't matter, as long as they all were happy.

Julianne kissed Brittany. "All right. Do you what have to do." She patted Blake's arm. "Have a good time." And then she headed up the stairs with a sigh.

"Th-thanks, mom." He turned. Brittany sat on the couch, her legs wide.

"This is so perverted." She grinned. "But I like it."

Weird. Yeah. But Blake started pulling his jeans down. Brittany smiled as his hard cock sprang out. He stared at her naked body, erect and excited. "Yeah. Me too."

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