Strange pleasure in summer – 01

“So we’re alone in this house, right. Pretty good deal, huh? Who’s going to walk in?” I lifted my hand off Janet’s stomach, and placed it on her tit, feeling its warmth and fullness, giving it a good squeeze. Nothing but gentle open mouthed snoring in response.

“Damn it, Alan! She’s my Mom. Have some respect.”

Hell, I never thought he had it in him to speak back to me. I knew what I was going to do, and it was best if he was a willing participant. I fondled her fabulous tit, while thinking. Then it came to me.

I got up, and Jim thanked me for coming to my senses. Way too soon. I went to her dresser and started going through the drawers, quickly finding what I was looking for. A nice sheer night.

“God, what are you doing now?” Jim asked, literally wringing his hands. I didn’t think people really did that.

I placed the wispy material over his mother’s face. Then I stood back and admired my handiwork.

“What’s that about?” Jim asked.

“Look at her now. Just look at her from the neck down.” I waved my arm across her body, for emphasis. “That’s not your mother anymore. That’s a beautiful, naked woman who’s just invited you to do anything you want with her body. Anything. Look at that.”

I think it was working. He’d stopped his hand wringing and was staring at his Mom’s boobs. Good choice. Definitely worth staring at. I pushed him over next to the bed, grabbed his hand and put it on her nearest tit. He pulled back for a moment, then reached out on his own. He seemed to get the idea and I saw his hand was moving, squeezing it just a bit.

“See? That could be anybody. Taylor maybe, or Maddy Thomas. Except this body is even better than theirs.”

“Lydia?” he said softly. I assumed he was talking about the Lydia that was a frequent pool-guest friend of his step-sister.

“Yeah, Lydia. With bigger tits. Naked and begging for it. Anybody.”

“Tanya?” he asked, his hand tugging on her nipple.

“Fuck yeah, it’s definitely Tanya. Haughty, snooty, bitchy Tanya, unconscious and daring you to do something about it. Are you man enough to give Tanya what she so badly needs? Are you, Jer?”

He reached out with both hands and grabbed his Mom’s breasts, squeezing. “Turn down the lights,” he said.

Fuckin’ A.

I got up and went to the wall switch, pulling the slider downward until the overhead was barely lit. He had a good idea there. You could still see her pretty well, but the lighting wasn’t as harsh and all revealing. The dim lights of a strip club. Where sin is King. And for tonight, Janet Mallory was Queen.

I went and pulled the covers and sheets completely off the bed. Yeah, that was better. Jesus, she had a hot body for an older woman. “How old’s your Mom, Jim?”

“34.”

“34? Are you kidding me, she’d have to have been, what…”

“16 when she had me. And stop reminding me it’s my Mom.”

“Fine. How old is Tanya?”

“Twenty, I think. Yeah, twenty since March.”

“That looks about right then. That’s the smokin’ body of a 20 year old if I ever saw one.”

Jim wasn’t paying any more attention to me. It was obvious he was a breast man, and he had his Mom’s nipple in his mouth, suckling like a newborn.

I laid down on the other side of her, and took her other tit under control. She had more than enough to share. Her nipple fit my mouth nicely. Plus my hands were free to explore her body. Soon they were exploring that warm place between her legs.

I know, it might seem kind of weird, two guys just a couple of inches apart, working over a girl’s tits. Kind of gay, maybe. It wasn’t. We were building a camaraderie. Sharing. It was pretty cool, even. Her tits were simply incredible, and Jim was obviously content as hell.

Me? There was something else I wanted to suck on.

I grabbed Janet’s legs and pulled them roughly across the bed diagonally, giving us plenty of room to work, and sort of daring her to respond. She started to turn on her side a bit; she might be unconscious, but she wasn’t dead. I just waited for her to finish, then put her back onto her back, and spread her legs.

She had a small tuft of fur above her pussy, easily an inch within her tan lines. I moved closer for a better look, and her smell hit me like a schoolyard bully. It literally knocked me back for a second, then I moved back in, inhaling deeply. Damn, that was one intoxicating scent. A grown woman’s pussy. And not just any grown woman, Janet Mallory, the MILF to end all MILFs.

I opened her legs wider, and licked my first kitty.

Don’t get me wrong. I wasn’t a virgin or anything. Of course not. Fat chance. I’d fucked a lot of girls. Five, now that I think about it, but I wouldn’t normally count Cheryl, since she’s big, and I was drunk, and I don’t remember shit about it. But she remembered enough to fucking follow me around like a stray dog for the better part of a semester.

And there were three more that gave me hand jobs. Eight women altogether, seven if I don’t count chubba. Four of them gave me blow jobs. Well, four that at least had their mouth on my cock at some time. Jenna finished me, and even swallowed. Yep, every drop. No wonder Jenna was my all-time favorite.

Until now.

So like I said, I’ve been around. But I never had a completely naked woman in front of me, and never had my mouth anywhere near their twat.

But thanks to Mrs. Mallory that was changing.

As I licked my first pussy, I realized my cock was aching. I was still fully dressed. No sense in that. I quickly stood up and stripped naked, putting Janet and me on equal terms.

Ol’ Jim was too busy chowing down on his Mom’s tits to notice or comment on it.

“Tanya’s got some sweet ass tits, doesn’t she?” I teased.

He actually pulled away for a second and I could see his Mom’s nipples were hard and red. “Big ass tits. All real,” he said smiling.

“Sweet, hot pussy too. Tasty twenty-year-old pussy, barely legal.” I told him, putting up my hand for a high five. He didn’t hesitate to give me closure.

“You know we’re going to fuck Tanya’s ditzy blond brains out tonight, don’t you?”

A look of concern crossed his face. “No, really? We don’t have to take it that far.”

“We’re going to fuck Tanya so hard she’ll feel it for a week. Every time you look at her she’ll grab her crotch, remembering what we did to her.”

“Fuck Tanya,” he moaned, then went back to town on those tits.

I, on the other hand, went back to learning everything I could about a woman’s pussy. Janet was a hell of a teacher, never complaining if I made a mistake, and allowing me near infinite leeway.

After licking her and sucking on her nether-lips, I tried to find out how far up inside her my tongue would go. Far enough to hurt my jaw after a while. I loved the way she tasted and smelled, and couldn’t get enough of her. I moved my head back enough to lose the shadows and opened her up, taking in the spongy pinkness inside her, which sucked my finger in with the greatest of ease. The folds of skin at the top, when pried apart, exposed that most elusive of treasures I’d heard so much about. A little pink nub, not much bigger than a pencil eraser, that I could tease and push around with my tongue.

Every once in a while she’d move her hips or adjust herself, and the first couple of times I almost had a heart attack. But Jim was right. It was purely instinct; she was out cold. It made me more daring, squeezing two, three, even four fingers inside of her. Four was tough, and she squirmed a little too much, making a groaning noise. I was afraid I was hurting her, and there was no telling if that might wake her up, so I settled for three, reaching in and feeling around, getting the lay of the land, so to speak.

Janet might have been unconscious, but her pussy wasn’t and it started to leak a sticky, sweet juice, making the access for my three fingers that much easier. She was enjoying it, even if she didn’t know it. Yeah. I was good. Was there ever any doubt about it? Janet was definitely going to find out.

“Jim, bro. You gotta get some of this. Tanya’s cunt is as sweet as maple syrup, and she’s begging you to take a taste, first hand.”

“No shit?”

“No shit man. Sweet and wet and begging for it! You gotta make Tanya squirm on your tongue.”

Jim relinquished his vice grips on his mother’s abused tits, and climbed off the bed. “Dude, you’re naked.”

“And you should be too. It’s hard to fuck your bitchy-but-hot step-sister with your pants on, bro.”

I wasn’t going to wait for him to make up his mind. There were tits waiting for me. Big, round, soft naked tits. With huge pink mounds bigger than silver dollars, and nipples almost the size of a cork popping up and begging for my lovin’.

I didn’t let them down, sucking and chewing on those babies, trying my damndest to get them to relinquish their sweet juice. I quickly found out you could pull those nipples a good three or four inches straight up, making her titties stretch out, and her nips only got harder. She grunted a couple of times when I maybe pulled too hard, but it was hard to tell. Maybe she just liked it.

I had an idea, and like Mr. Mitchell says, the best time to act on an idea is right when you have it. Good advice. Probably the only thing I ever learned in Biology. Let’s face it. Janet Mallory was a hell of a better Biology teacher.

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