Marta twisted around, her eyes wide with fright and confusion.
Kari stood there. A knowing smile moved across her lips.
"Marta," the young blonde repeated.
Bewildered and disoriented by the strange emotions and desires coursing through her body, the older woman simply stared, unsure and uncertain of herself or of what Kari had seen. She trembled a bit, afraid of her own self.
"Lovely Marta," Kari whispered again, her band stretching out to Marta.
For the first time Marta realized the girl was dressed in a shortie nightie similar to the one she wore, except it was pink and dipped several inches lower, hiding the mound of her sex. While she examined the girl, she was aware of the blonde's own gaze as it moved over her trembling breasts. Kari's hazel eyes drifted down over her body, lingering at the dark bush that peeked out from under the hem line of her negligee. Marta shivered beneath the intimate probing of those shining eyes.
"Come with me, Marta," the girl whispered, the fingers of her extended hand signaling to her.
Uncertain, Marta lifted her arm and placed her hand within the girl's palm. She shivered again as those soft, warm fingers closed around her hand. Her eyes rose to the young blonde's once again. Kari smiled, reassuring her.
Without another word, the girl turned and Marta followed her into the room. The door closed and a light flashed on, flooding the darkened bedroom with brightness. Marta blinked, forcing her eyes to accept the harsh intrusion.
The girl's hand tugged at hers. Like a woman lost in a bewildering dream, Marta followed her. Kari's band then slipped from her grasp. The older woman felt the soft insistence as the blonde s hand lightly touched her shoulders and eased her down to the bed so that she sat on the edge.
"They're exciting together, aren't they?" Kari smiled.
"What?" The older woman blinked with uncertainty. "What did you say?"
"Janice and Mitch," the girl replied, "They're exciting together."
"I don't know what you're talking about," Marta answered, hoping against hope that Kari was only guessing at what had happened. She wasn't.
"I was watching you," the young girl said simply. "It was getting to you, wasn't it? It always gets to me. I don't understand why you didn't just go in there and join them. I would have."
Marta stared at the girl. Had she heard her correctly?
"Poor baby," Kari continued. "You're trembling. It did get you worked up. I should have realized. After all, you are flesh and blood. You're not unfeeling stone."
Kari's hands rose to her shoulders again. Her tender fingers lightly massaged the taut muscles running along her neck and shoulders. Marta felt that strange, shivering excitement rushing through her body again. Involuntarily, a little moan sighed from her lips.
"That's better, isn't it?" Kari whispered again. The husky soft quality had returned to her voice. "A girl shouldn't allow herself to get so uptight."
Shadows, vague outlines of voluptuous curves, shifted beneath the translucent fabric of the young girl's nightie. For moments Marta's gaze was arrested by the swaying movement of those shadows. Then she realized just what had drawn her attention. Kari's ripe young breasts! She was shocked by the half-veiled thoughts that moved through the back of her mind. Her eyes darted up.
Kari smiled down at her, that knowing expression on her lovely face.
It's no wonder Neal is mesmerized by this girl, Marta found herself thinking, she's beautiful.
So is Janice, her thoughts continued. Beautiful and young.
Desire quaked through her trembling body as she remembered the scene she had witnessed in the other room. Janice-that beautiful, young, redhead on her back beneath Mitch I And that long, thick column of his prick running in and out of her cunt I She moaned despite herself, moaned in fiery need.
"Easy," Kari whispered tenderly. "You've got to relax. If you don't unwind, you might blow a fuse or something."
The fingers of one of Kari's hands moved beneath Marta's chin. The dark-haired woman felt her fumbling with the slim, black bow which held her nightie closed at the neck. She realized what the girl was doing, but she found herself unable to react, unable to raise a hand to stop her.
There was a slight tug.
The thin ribbon feel free. Wispy-feeling nylon slid over the trembling rises of Marta's trembling breasts. She moaned softly. Her delicate nostrils flared in a strange mixture of desire and confusion.
"Just a moment or two and we'll get you out of this thing," the sexy young blonde smiled.
The girl's fingers drifted down the front of her negligee. Marta shivered. Even through the material covering her chest, she could feel the soothing warmth of those hands-feminine hands moving so close to her tits!
Kari's fingers found the tiny hooks hidden in the flows of sheer, black nylon. Easily, she unclasped the first. The nightie parted in a wide dipping "V". The next one slipped from its small eye and the nylon fabric drifted further apart The bulging upper contours of the older woman's breasts were exposed now.
The young girl's eyes caressed those milky slopes. They looked so soft, almost flaccid. But she realized the appearance of that creamy flesh was deceptive. Marta's tits still retained the proud firmness of youth. The woman wore no bra beneath the flimsy nightie and there was only the slightest bit of sag to those large balls of marshmallowy flesh. Kari's breathing was sharp now, excited by the thought of caressing those breasts kissing them.
Her fingers, trembling with eagerness located the third and last clasp. She freed it. Her fingertips tucked under the black nylon and eased the nightie open. Her gaze drifted over the unveiled whiteness of Marta's bosom, marveling in the beauty of the woman's breasts.
"Lovely," she whispered. "So lovely."
Marta moaned with shivery arousal as the girl slid the negligee from her shoulders… She was completely aware of what was occurring. Kari was about to make love to her. Her body was going to be touched and explored by another woman for the first time in her life!
There was a brief moment of panic, but she suppressed it. She wanted this girl. She wanted to feel her warm hands drifting over her body. She wanted to revel in the touch of a woman.
"Lie back" Kari directed her, as she carefully placed the black nightie on a nearby chair. "Lie back and relax."
Marta did as she was told. Scooting back onto the bed, she stretched out, unashamed of her supple nakedness.
The beautiful, young blonde stood there at the side of the bed for a moment. Her hazel eyes were a tender caress as they drifted over the supine voluptuousness of the other woman's body. There was a welling dampness within the quivering channel of the girl's pussy. Never before had she known another woman other than her sister. And this one this beautiful woman, was the mother of her lover. Her whole body tingled with excited, carnal awareness.
Tucking her hand beneath the hemline of her own nightie, the blonde wiggled provocatively as she pulled it over her head. Marta's gaze followed her, her eyes devouring the lithe, full curves of the girl's young, pink body. The woman s eyes drifted between the silken smoothness of the girl's thighs and to the yellow down that covered her pussy. Beneath that fleece of flax she could see the crease of her cunt lips.
"I'm not Mitch… or Janice," Kari smiled coyly, as she settled on the bed beside the woman, stretching out so that the warm softness of their bodies caressed. "But…" She never finished her statement. Her head leaned forward and her luscious lips covered Marta's. There was the moist, insistent flicking of her tongue and the woman's mouth opened with a piteous whimper of surrender.
As their tongues taunted and teased within each other's mouths, Kari's hands tenderly roved over the bulging domes of her lover's mother's breasts. She thrilled to the summery warmth that suffused from those pliant mounds of woman flesh. Her hands soaked up the radiating heat of sexual need as they slowly circled up the gently sloping curves. Her fingers tauntingly traced around the dark haloes that surrounded the fleshy buds of the older woman's nipples. Then she lightly teased around the stiff peaks of desire, drawing deep, satisfied moans from Marta's throat.
The girl's hands were so soft and warm on her bare flesh. Marta trembled as the arousal left with her from watching Mitch and Janice and the excitement of her present situation culminated. She gave into the urges of her lust, her own hands gently seeking and finding Kari's swelling tits. She squeezed into the firm globes of resilient flesh, just as she knew her son had done on more than one occasion.
While the dark-haired woman beside her worked all sorts of thrilling sensations within her breasts, the young blonde eased her mouth from the woman's lips. With a pleased smile her head ducked to the woman's chest and her lips surrounded one of the succulent morsels of her dark nipples.
"Ohhhhhhh!" Marta groaned out in abandoned pleasure as those moist lips sucked insistently at her breast.
Her voluptuous body writhed a bit, as if attempting to burrow beneath the girl. Kari aided her, rolling atop her body. While her tongue taunted the aching tip of her tit, the blonde hunched into the woman under her, rubbing the mounds of their cunts together.
Marta's own hips responded, arching upwards and rolling against the downy softness of the girl's pussy. There was an electric excitement in that intimate contact. Her body quaked and quivered as the mounting needs within her welled and throbbed through her spread thighs.
When Kari's face slid from the breast it possessed, she lightly kissed the smooth valley between the bulging mountains of white tit flesh. The sexy, dark-haired woman under her moaning with decided lust, the girl languorously kissed her way down and over the trembling flatness of her stomach. Her tongue darted into the sensual well of her navel and teased there for a moment or two before moving downward once again.
Marta tossed and thrashed in a lusty frenzy as the girl's lips inched closer and closer to the throbbing core of her need. That delightful, moist tongue-tip taunted her, weaving through the dark patch of her pubic moss. Wetly it drifted downward as it tapped at the trembling groove of her sexual slit. Her pelvis hunched upward with the hope of entrapping that teasing little probe but the girl was ready for her.
Instead of spearing her tongue into the heated hole of Marta's body, Kari coyly traced her tongue over the plump ridges of the woman's labia. She tickled there, licking lightly and stirring the fiery passion that already consumed the dark-haired woman beneath her. Tauntingly, she laved at the partially opened lips of her cunt mound, delighting in the wild sensations of feminine lust she ignited in this woman's loins.
Marta groaned. She ached to have the girl's tongue entrenched in the throbbing need of her quim. She whimpered piteously as she writhed on the bed. Every inch of her lovely nakedness quivered with fervid need, fevered ardor.
With almost sleepy languor, Kari wiggled her tongue-tip up the pouted pinkness of the woman's labia. So close yet so far away from the burning desire of her pussy, she taunted. Then in a quick, dipping motion, she drove her tongue into the moist plumpness of those trembling lips. Her oral probe tapped at the extended length of the woman's clit she knew she would find there.
"Aaarraagahhh!" Marta gasped in exquisite pleasure.
Like a tiny, wet whip, Kari's tongue lashed at the aching bud of sexual need. Back and forth she licked at the woman's pleasure button: Again and again she whipped, torturing the shuddering woman between whose thighs she knelt with blasting sensations of desire.
Then as if soothing away any pain she had caused, Kari's dexterous tongue laved tenderly around the sensitive nubbin. She kissed it sucking at it with loving gentleness.
Marta reached down and grasped the girl's head, crumpling the wavy masses of blonde hair beneath her demanding fingers. She shoved at the young girl, pushing her face down between her opened thighs, pushing her laving tongue down along the juicy slit of her cunt.
This time the blonde did not deny her. Her twisting tongue plunged eagerly into the quivering channel of the woman's need. Hard and long she fed her oral digit up into the heated confines of Marta's pussy. Hungrily the girl licked and lapped in the steaming flow of juices she found there.
It was magnificent. Mitch's mouth had been oh, so wonderful down there between her legs. But this was the mouth of another woman, a feminine mouth. She had never expected that another woman could create such passion within her. Her body writhed and quaked with abandoned relish with each sharp thrust of the girl's tongue.
Unknown desires were awakened within her, desires that had lain hidden from her for all her life. She now opened her body to the sensations that rushed through her. She gave herself wholly and totally to the needs of her desires. She gave herself wholly and totally to the young girl that so wonderfully ate at her aching snatch.
Every minute movement of Kari's drilling tongue thrilled her. She felt its wetness lave over the trembling softness of her cunt folds. She savored the twisting little swirls it turned within her pussy. She moaned as it pushed in and out of the throbbing hole of her cunt. She whimpered and writhed, completely controlled by the never ceasing licking and lapping.
Wet, loud oral sounds drifted up from between her thighs-smacking sounds swallowing sounds created by eating the girl was giving her.
Unlike the men's mouths that had given her passions, there was something new and exciting about this girl's mouth. A thrill of forbidden pleasures tingled in every of her body. The arousal of having a woman lavish her tongue-tip into the heated channel of her quim was maddening in its ecstasy.
Harder and harder Kari threw her oral probe into the quivering mouth of the woman's body. Faster and faster she whipped around in the thick flow of Marta's cunt fluids. Eager and zealous in her every thrust, she gave the woman a pussy licking she would remember for the rest of her life.
Her crotch felt like a ball of fire as Marta thrashed wantonly on the bed. Her spread thighs held a burning pulse. With each plunging drive of Kari s tongue that throbbing heat was stoked higher and higher. She was near, ever so near. Her eyes fluttered closed as their desire-laden lids grew weighted like lead. Groans and whimpery moans constantly rose from her throat.
Her pelvis hunched. She shoved herself into the girl's beautiful face, surrounding the mouth of the blonde's face with the mouth of her cunt. She hunched and bucked urgently, fucking herself on that marvelous tongue that ran in and out of her body.
"My sweet god!" she cried out. "I'm close! So damn close!"
Responding to the woman's desperation, Kari upped the tempo of her oral plungings. In and out she thrust the moist, pink length of her tongue. In a wild frenzy, she licked and laved over the tremulous folds of Marta's quaking cunt. She ate her, licked her.
Then something invaded the bliss of the two women. Whether or not Kari was aware of the invader, Marta was. Despite the mounting desires swirling within her thighs, she forced her eyes open. He was standing there in the doorway to the bedroom.
Neal, her son, stood there. A wide grin was on his face.
And from his crotch shafted a rigid spike of cock.
How long had he watched them? Panic reeled through her brain. How long had he stood there watching his girl friend eat his mother's cunt?
At the same time she found herself admiring the strength that rippled through the young muscles of her son's body. His chest was sprinkled with a light growth of dark curly hairs which would thicken as he matured, she realized. A dark, thin line of those same black hairs ran down the center of his youthful stomach, matting thickly around his navel and even more thickly around the base of that thick shaft of his sex.
His cock, she rolled it over in her mind. He had come to Kari's room to make love to the girl now kneeling between her thighs. He had brought that rigid rod to fill Kari's young quim.
She shivered.
Her son's grin widened.
His dark eyes locked to hers, he slowly stepped across the room to the side of the bed. His imposing spike of manhood bobbed and twitched as he came toward her. Its swollen head was strained and needy looking. Glistening drops of preseminal fluids oozed from the slitted mouth of his glans.
He's aroused! The thought struck her with a bolt of lightning. Neal's aroused! He's turned on!
Then she realized her son was excited by the woman-to-woman scene he had witnessed. Did he realize that Kari made love with other women? Did he know of the incestuous relationship existed between Mitch and the two girls?
His grin still on his face, his eyes drifted over the voluptuous nakedness of his mother's body. He had seen her from the bedroom window last Saturday night and ached for her. Now as he stood there so close to her bare body, his filled with a forbidden lust. He wanted to slide atop her supple warmth and cram his throbbing prick into the dark-fleeced mound between her spread thighs, while his hands squeezed roughly into the milky balls of her mammoth breasts.
But the sexy blonde crouched between his mother's willing legs was occupying the moist gash of her cunt. The girl's eyes rolled up to him, flashing with devilish delight. He had come here to sample the sweetness of her tight cunt. But now-now his attention was directed to his mother.
As her eyes watched him, he reached out and grasped the fat column of his cock. Slowly he ran a tight fist up and down its rigid length. Her nostrils flared and her mountainous tits quivered atop her chest. There was no doubt in his mind that she wanted to feel him in her as much as he wanted to be there. She wanted to taste the unbending virility of her own son's prick.
Taste her son's prick!
Which is exactly what you'll do, dear mother, he smiled to himself, as he realized exactly what he intended to do.
Her eyes widened as he climbed onto the bed beside her. He stretched out beside her. She moaned as the warmth of his bare skin brushed against her. For a moment or two he just lay there, his eyes searching her face.
He twisted a bit. Hard and hot, his cock pressed firmly against her thighs. Stiffly it throbbed there, its bulging head jerking against her flesh. She shivered. Delicious thrills raced through her body, once more stirring the lust his sudden intrusion had quelled.
Then, without speaking, he kissed her. Without hesitation, she opened her mouth and accepted the gift of his tongue. Her hands released Kari's head and caressed the nakedness of his body. Her palms roved the rippling muscles of his back. Her fingers dug into the tense balls of his buttocks. And then her hands drifted to that demanding hardness of his cock.
He groaned low and deep, his lips easing from her mouth. Gently, ever so gently, her fingertips slowly traced up and down the throbbing lance of his manhood. He felt so good, so hard, so alive with need-a need for her!
Tauntingly her fingertips ran down along the ridged underside of his cock. Lightly her cool fingers cupped the dangling sac of his testicles. Swollen and full the kidney-shaped rocks careened around within their rumpled bag as she tenderly touched them. She held him there for a moment or two, as if feeling the weight of his youthful balls.
Then once again her fingers eased back to that adamant rod of lust. He groaned again. Her hand closed around him, squeezing with demanding tightness. Up and down that manly root her fist jacked, delighting in the pleasure she brought to her son.
Abruptly one of his own hands closed around her wrist, stopping the pumping action of her palm.
"Your mouth," he whispered. "I want you to take me in your mouth."
Before she could reply, he eased her fingers from his shaft and scooted up so that the ponderous stalk of his manhood bobbed but an inch from her nose. Her nostrils flared as she sucked in a deep breath. The musky odor of a man fined her with arousal.
Yes, she said to herself. My mouth!
Rolling to her side a bit, she once more captured the pulsating length of his cock in her hand. It throbbed and jerked with a lusty need that directed her. Her eyes rolled up to find him gazing down, a pleased smile on his lips.
Knowing that he watched her every move, she turned back to the club of man meat pulsing in her palm. She bent forward. Her lips pursed and she kissed the engorged crown of her son's cock.
He moaned, unable to restrain the pleasure that coursed through his body. Her lips were soft and soothing and warm. Their soft caress was like silk on the aching surface of his glans. His balls churned and burned with the desire to impale the lovely face that offered itself to him.
She inched back a bit. Her lips glistened with the wetness of his preseminal fluids. As he watched, the pink tip of her tongue flicked from her mouth and ran over the contours of her lips. When that moist oral digit returned to his mother's mouth, it carried a healthy taste of his juices.
He watched her as she savored his flavor. Her throat bobbed as she swallowed. Apparently finding him to her liking, she came back for more.
This time her tongue unfurled from her mouth like a long pink snake. The tip, the very tip, touched the throbbing crown of his prick. It teased there, taunting at the pin-prick mouth of his glans, as if she were intent on drilling into him.
Again her tongue drew back into her mouth tasting the crystal-clear drops of his oozing juices. When his mother's tongue returned to his cock it was in a long wide swipe. His body trembled as the softness of her oral digit washed over his cock's head. Fire seared in his groin-fire of lust.
Lovingly she taunted her son… Her tongue circled the plum-like head of his prick. She bathed him in the moisture of her mouth. Again and again she licked at his glans as if they were some sugary lollipop.
Then her tongue moved downward. Flattening against his thick length, she licked down in broad strokes. A trail of shining saliva was left on him. Upwards she reversed her course, lapping toward the engorged tip of his cock. With one quick flick at his glans she licked down again.
This time her tongue didn't stop at the base of his shaft. Instead she probed at his dangling balls. Politely she licked them, then opened her mouth and captured his testicles. She sucked gently, fanning the flames of passion swirling within her son's loins.
When at last she released the rumpled bag hanging from his scrotum, she nibbled up his fatness until her teeth bit lightly at the fleshy knob of his glans. He moaned, fully aroused as those strange sensations of pleasure and pain washed through his shaft.
Her face tilted away from his cock once again, and her head lifted to him. His mother's dark eyes gleamed with the fire of lust. She enjoyed his prick. She enjoyed taking him into her mouth.
"Suck it," he urged, his prick jerking with impatient desire. "Suck me off!"
A pleased smile danced on her fun red lips as she moved her gaze back to his cock. As he watched those lips opened, forming a lewd circle. Her head eased forward. Closer and closer she inched, her nostrils wide with arousal.
His heart skipped a beat as her Ups pouted over the thick shaft of his swollen cock. Inward he vanished into the edacious portal of her lips. He slithered over the velvet carpet of her tongue. His pulsating cock's tip nudged into the soft wetness of the back of her throat.
Lust pounded through his length as he gazed down at his cock securely entrenched in his mother's mouth. He jerked and twitched with flaming arousal. His prick banged around, pulsing against the roof of his mouth.
She moaned, very low and very softly. She held her son within the humid shelter of her face. She was receiving the offering of his cock. She smiled to herself. Less than a week ago, she had never tasted a man. And now she was giving her own son a blow job. With relish she ran her tongue around the firm solidity of his prick, loving the feel and flavor of him.
It would have been more than enough just to have him like this. But her arousal was more than doubled by the feminine tongue that still busied her cunt. She shivered. The dual stimulation of her fiery body was more than a woman could endure.
With abandoned eagerness she suddenly began to jerk her head off and on the straining length of her son's prick. She sucked at him; she licked at him, seeking to pull the thick cream of his groin into her mouth.
Between her legs Kari ate and lapped. Her tongue raced in and out of Marta's very womanly pussy. She realized that it would only be moments until Neal's excitement got the best of him. The first time she had taken Mitch, he had come in record time. She wanted Marta to share her son's release. So she doubled the intensity of her laving strokes.
Kari was right. Neal was unable to control the rising flood of sperm and semen that boiled in his balls. Despite the tightening of his loins, he could not retain the blasting force of his lust.
Upward in hot thick gushes the opalescent cream of his groin fountained. Shuddering and shaking with the fantastic sensations that raced through his body, he came. Unashamed, he emptied his fiery lust into his mother's mouth.
She accepted him. Scalding her mouth, he gushed forward. She swallowed down the oozing viscosity of his seed. She gulped down blast after blast of his release, then sucked and sucked, draining him of every last drop within his throbbing lance of manhood.
He groaned and quaked in deep satisfaction as the waves of fulfillment washed the tensions from his body. His prick still within his mother's mouth, he lay there moaning.
Kari's mouth wasn't to be outdone!
Marta had no more than swallowed the last of her own release when the blonde girl's tongue whipped her through the door of pleasure and into the arms or ecstasy.
Marta came!
Sliding off the quiet rod of Neal's cock, she thrashed and writhed on the bed as tremor after tremor of lust was unleashed within her. She cried out. She groaned. She whimpered. She moaned.
Her whole body soared higher and higher. Colors flashed through her mind melting into burning white, then back to the shattered hues of the spectrum. Her nakedness shuddered and quaked. For endless minutes she came. She savored every sensation the beautiful teen-age girl had released in her loins. Then softly she floated back to the earth.
When her eyes fluttered open, she was greeted by the pleased smiles of her son and his girl friend.