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How many women can honestly say they've fucked the same boy they once babysitted? I'm one woman who can.
Believe it or not, I first heard the term cougar on one of those afternoon TV talk shows I'm addicted to. This one had a bunch of women on it—women of a certain age, as the expression goes—all of whom had one thing in common: they were over forty and they had fucked men half their age. The women on TV were pretty well preserved, considering, but when I looked at myself in the mirror I still thought that none of them had anything on me. At forty-nine I think I still look great. I work out three times a week, watch what I eat and take care of my looks. I could probably pass for thirty-five if you didn't look too closely at my hands or the corners of my eyes. Okay, maybe thirty-seven, after a couple of drinks. But who can say how a mature woman looks to a teenage boy?
Bobby was the neighbor boy I'd babysat ever since he was six for his mother, my good friend and back yard fence neighbor Callie. It had started as nothing more than a favor for a friend, my babysitting, and Bobby was a delightful k** so it was easy helping her out from time to time. Callie for her part returned the favor with my son Eric, so no money changed hands, it was just between friends. Eric and Bobby played together every day anyway. Taking turns watching them was as natural as breathing.
That was then, this is now. More and more, for me watching Bobby was becoming as natural as fucking. See how my dirty mind works?
My Eric grew up to be even taller than his dad, my ex. Eric was away from home much of the time that summer he and Bobby graduated high school. I was proud of my son that he was proving himself responsible enough to get a summer job and work so many hours, saving for college.
Bobby had grown up to be a big boy indeed, as I could clearly tell from looking out my kitchen window and spying on him working out on the patio or swimming in the pool at Callie's. He'd grown to over six feet tall and his swimmer's body was sculpted from weight training and high school sports—where he was a star athlete in football, baseball and track—as well as his daily laps in the pool. I found myself fantasizing about Bobby lapping at me as well, in an intimate spot between my legs.
At first I was ashamed of myself, peeping at the neighbor boy with forbidden sex on my mind. Maybe that's what it was all along, the lure of the forbidden, that tantalized me. Or maybe it was my being alone so much that summer; Call it an early-onset empty nest syndrome, Eric being off somewhere working so much. Whatever the reason, I found myself spending a lot more time than usual visiting Callie.
Bobby was partial to banana hammock Speedo trunks whenever he swam or exercised. That sizeable bulge between his legs, the clear outline of his more-than-ample circumcised penis barely contained by the sheer fabric, was all it took to get me exercised as well! I have to admit that more than once I fingered myself to orgasm as I stood at the kitchen sink watching him work out. What would my best friend Callie say if she knew? And I scarcely dared ask myself in my heart of hearts, what would Bobby think?
That summer I spent every minute I dared lounging around Callie's pool, letting her wait on me and bring me drinks while the two of us lay on deck chairs where we chatted and worked on our suntans. And as we chatted I watched Bobby, always Bobby. Was I fooling myself or was Bobby watching me as well? He certainly seemed to spend even more time than usual hanging around the patio or swimming in the pool, showing off for me on those afternoons when I was around.
"Eric's becoming quite the handsome young man, isn't he?" Callie said one afternoon after a generous sip from her third El Diablo. "I'll bet he has to drive off the girls with a bullwhip."
"Interesting image," I laughed. "I love the way your mind works, Callie."
"Does Eric have a steady girlfriend?" Callie persisted. "A romantic interest?"
"No," I said. "He works all those hours at the shipping company. When he does get home, he's so exhausted that all he wants to do is flop into bed."
"You'd better keep an eye on him, Suze," Callie warned playfully, "these young guys have way more energy than we do at our age."
"I beg your pardon," I joked as I savored the taste of the tequila and lime. "What's with this our age crap? I don't know about you, Callie, but personally, I feel as though I'm still in my sexual prime."
Callie's remark about women our age stung me, even though I tried to laugh it off at the time. I don't know why, but I began to take it as some kind of a challenge, a dare that I express my sexuality in new and unexplored ways.
One lazy afternoon, feeling especially audacious, I decided to give Bobby an up close and personal look at me in my new micro bikini. On a naughty whim I'd purchased it at the mall, intending all the while to model it for Bobby at my very first opportunity.
I nervously opened the back fence gate, tiptoed across the grass to Callie's patio and knocked at the sliding door. Seeing my reflection in the glass, if I hadn't known better I would have thought I was naked wearing only the daring see-through fabric. In the bright sunlight the dark outlines of my nipples were clearly visible to anyone who cared to look, and you could swipe a debit card in the camel toe my skintight bikini bottoms revealed. I almost ran home to change when the patio door slid wide open and there stood Bobby wearing nothing but his Speedos. From the expression on his face and the growing bulge in his trunks it was obvious he was thoroughly enjoying my new look. Obvious as well was the fact that that he was wearing his without the lining, leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination. He might as well have been totally nude!
Nonplussed and struggling for something to say, I asked, "Is your mother home?" That's right, I really did. I think we both laughed at the same time, me from embarrassment and him out of nervousness at seeing his mom's best friend standing at the door basically naked in front of him.
"Naw, she had something she had to do. Come on in." I thought I detected a note of tension in his voice at the invitation. "You want a drink or something?" he asked me.
"Now there's a thought," I said, trying to sound both motherly and playful at the same time. "Will you be having one with me? Or are you in training? They have strict rules against drinking alcohol for you high school athletes, don't they?"
"I already graduated," he reminded me, although I already knew, "and haven't you heard that rules are made to be broken?"
Feeling bold, I batted my false eyelashes and flashed a seductive smile up at him—I'm only five foot one and he is six feet tall—and asked in my breathiest bedroom voice, "What are you having, Bobby?"
His breathing grew shallow, eyes wide open and blinking rapidly. Suddenly and with no warning he took me in his arms and kissed me passionately. I gave in totally to his kiss. In moments his hands found the tie of my bikini top and released it. The bra fell away, leaving my breasts exposed. He hugged me harder, squeezing my breasts tight against his powerful chest, the way I hadn't had them squeezed in a long time. All at once I knew how much I had been wanting all through that summer for Bobby to take me sexually, despite the fact that I was thirty-one years older than him. I wanted his big cock deep inside me, thrusting me to one orgasm, then another, and another.
I withdrew from his kisses to whisper urgently, "What if your mother comes home?"
"Don't worry; she's usually gone for hours," he murmured before grabbing me again, this time by the cheeks of my ass, if you please, and drawing me into his impassioned embrace. I reached for his penis where it jutted against my thigh. Bobby struggled out of the trunks and tossed them on the nearby couch. I stroked the shaft of his cock, making him shudder with excitement. He was rock-hard, and huge! Like a boy-crazy adolescent girl on her first date, I could scarcely wait to have that big thing inside of me!
Bobby pumped his bare cock against my thigh. I was afraid he'd cum right then and there and spoil the moment. Young men are so impetuous. It takes a certain maturity to learn to prolong the pleasure of sex. "If we're going to do this, let's at least find a bedroom," I whispered in his ear.
I squealed with delight when Bobby picked me up and carried me into the master bedroom. "Isn't this where your mom sleeps?" I asked nervously.
"Yep."
"Are you sure you want to do it here?"
"Bed's bigger," he replied. Smart boy.
Throwing himself on top of me, Bobby grasped both my hands in his and stretched my arms above my head. He arched his back and surveyed my breasts for what I considered to be a very long time.
"How do you like them?" I asked in my most seductive voice.
"Nice tits," he said in a totally unassuming way.
"You do have a way with words, don't you?" I laughed. "Have you had much experience with older women, Bobby?"
"Not before today."
I gazed into his eyes and asked, "Would you like me to suck your cock?"
Bobby blushed. He swept his blond surfer hair out of his eyes and said, "Sure," his obvious arousal making him barely able to croak the words out.
I laughed again. My laugh sounded evil to me, like an old witch preparing to cook Hansel and Gretel and eat them. Instead, I greedily ate Bobby's cock for him, giving him what I hoped would prove to be the blowjob he's never forget.
Bobby surprised me by his ability to last a long time. My neck muscles were growing stiff and fatigued, my lips swollen and sore, but still he held out from cumming, although he sure moaned enough, from pleasure.
Neither one of us heard the door open. I felt Bobby stiffen. Thinking he was about ready to cum, I redoubled my efforts at sucking him off, deep-throating him to a big finale. That's when I heard Callie's voice behind me shrieking, "Omigod! What are you doing with her?!"
I pulled my mouth away from Bobby's huge engorged cock and twisted around to face Callie. How would I ever explain what had happened! Our friendship was ruined. Only the fact that Bobby had just turned eighteen would keep me from going to jail!
Two people stood in the doorway to the master bedroom: Callie and Eric! They both were staring at us, and they both were naked! My son's penis was fully erect and equally impressive as Bobby's.
"Callie, I—I don't know what to say," I stammered. "It... just happened!" I turned to my son and said, "B-but Eric, what are you doing naked with her?"
"I dunno," Eric said sheepishly, not averting his eyes from the scene before him, his arm still around Callie's trim waist.
"I want an answer, young man! What are you doing with this...this grown woman, the two of you running around naked as jaybirds! It's a disgrace!"
"No more of a disgrace than what you were just doing with my son!" Callie replied. "We caught you in the act of fellating Bobby, Suze. Don't you try and deny it!"
"May I make a suggestion?" Bobby offered quietly.
"Don't you dare make this any worse than it is already, Mister," Callie said. "You're in big trouble in case you don't know it yet!"
Calmly and evenly, Bobby replied, "What I was about to suggest is this: we're all here, we all know each other, we're all already naked, and we all have the same thing on our minds. So why don't we follow through and just do what comes naturally?"
Callie and I looked at each other. I don't know which of us first broke into a dirty grin, but we were two minds having the same lustful and horny thoughts. Callie shook her head and said, "I can't believe I'm about to do this. Who goes first?"
"Why don't we all share this bed together, for starters," I suggested. "Like Bobby said, we're all friends here." Eric and Callie lay down beside us, girls in the middle. Four people take up a lot of room, even on a king-size bed. Callie and I were so close we were touching each other, not an unpleasant experience by any means.
Eric looked forlorn. I reached over and patted his thigh, smiling at him. "It'll be okay, Sweetie," I said. When I drew my hand away, my fingertips accidentally brushed the tip of Eric's cock. He shivered but did not protest.
Callie and I gazed into each others' eyes, naughty smiles playing across our faces. I trailed my fingernails over Callie's body, coming tantalizingly close to her ample nipples, making them hard and erect with anticipation. Then, regardless of the fact that both our sons were watching, I turned on my side, drew closer to Callie and began sucking on her left nipple, teasing the tip with my tongue. Callie moaned softly.
I steadily worked my way downward, kissing the expanse of Callie's abdomen, drawing ever closer to the ultimate goal of her shaved pussy. I hadn't known until this moment that Callie shaved off; her pussy was like a fleshy arched gateway to ecstasy! Her pussy lips, thick and inviting, beckoned me to lick, and lick I did! Feeling the eyes of both our sons upon me, I crept to the foot of the bed, gently spread Callie's legs and rested my face against her cunt, nuzzling away at her. Then my tongue found its mark: Callie's clitoris.
Clits vary in size; Callie's was easily double the dimensions of mine. What that told me was that she would be insatiable in bed, and that it would demand my full range of cunnilingual skills to satisfy her.
I love a challenge. Callie drew her legs up and arched her back as I worked away at her. Then she started verbalizing. It was so hot hearing her whisper every secret sensual fantasy she'd ever harbored, while Eric and Bobby listened in! "I've always wanted to do this, Suze!" she sighed. "Having my pussy eaten by you is my ultimate fantasy. Keep doing it, Lover! Don't ever stop! I love feeling your tongue down there!"
As I licked away, I felt the bed shift. Although I couldn't see over Callie's thighs I thought Bobby had gotten out of bed and moved behind me. My suspicions were confirmed when I felt his hands gently spreading my ass cheeks. He tenderly kissed both cheeks, and then licked my very asshole. It felt heavenly! His fingertips stroked my pussy lips as he tongued my asshole. Performing cunnilingus on Callie, who was becoming progressively wet and slick from my intimate attentions, I willed him to shove his massive cock into my ass and fuck me! (See how my dirty mind works? I ought to be ashamed. But I'm not.)
And then suddenly my wish was granted.
I don't know whether you girls out there have ever tried anal, but it is beyond doubt a tremendous experience, take my word for it! Giving your body over to a man's carnal uses and having him perform one of the most humiliating, degrading acts upon you, gives you an indefinable, truly visceral thrill. I tried focusing on eating Callie's cunt but the hard thrustings that penetrated my asshole were very distracting. My anus stretched almost beyond endurance like a taut rubber band. And that's when Callie began to cum.
She moaned, actually a crescendo of moans growing in passion and volume. She straightened and stiffened her legs. I looked to my right, expecting to see the space where Bobby had lain. Instead, there was Bobby himself, studying me eating his mother's cunt like there was going to be a test on it later.
Frantically I looked to my left for Eric. That side of the bed was empty, meaning only one thing: my son was the one fucking me in the ass! "Eric!" I gasped. "Stop it! Stop it this instant!"
"Aw, Mom," Eric whined as he came inside my rectum, "you never let me do anything!"
Believe it or not, I first heard the term cougar on one of those afternoon TV talk shows I'm addicted to. This one had a bunch of women on it—women of a certain age, as the expression goes—all of whom had one thing in common: they were over forty and they had fucked men half their age. The women on TV were pretty well preserved, considering, but when I looked at myself in the mirror I still thought that none of them had anything on me. At forty-nine I think I still look great. I work out three times a week, watch what I eat and take care of my looks. I could probably pass for thirty-five if you didn't look too closely at my hands or the corners of my eyes. Okay, maybe thirty-seven, after a couple of drinks. But who can say how a mature woman looks to a teenage boy?
Bobby was the neighbor boy I'd babysat ever since he was six for his mother, my good friend and back yard fence neighbor Callie. It had started as nothing more than a favor for a friend, my babysitting, and Bobby was a delightful k** so it was easy helping her out from time to time. Callie for her part returned the favor with my son Eric, so no money changed hands, it was just between friends. Eric and Bobby played together every day anyway. Taking turns watching them was as natural as breathing.
That was then, this is now. More and more, for me watching Bobby was becoming as natural as fucking. See how my dirty mind works?
My Eric grew up to be even taller than his dad, my ex. Eric was away from home much of the time that summer he and Bobby graduated high school. I was proud of my son that he was proving himself responsible enough to get a summer job and work so many hours, saving for college.
Bobby had grown up to be a big boy indeed, as I could clearly tell from looking out my kitchen window and spying on him working out on the patio or swimming in the pool at Callie's. He'd grown to over six feet tall and his swimmer's body was sculpted from weight training and high school sports—where he was a star athlete in football, baseball and track—as well as his daily laps in the pool. I found myself fantasizing about Bobby lapping at me as well, in an intimate spot between my legs.
At first I was ashamed of myself, peeping at the neighbor boy with forbidden sex on my mind. Maybe that's what it was all along, the lure of the forbidden, that tantalized me. Or maybe it was my being alone so much that summer; Call it an early-onset empty nest syndrome, Eric being off somewhere working so much. Whatever the reason, I found myself spending a lot more time than usual visiting Callie.
Bobby was partial to banana hammock Speedo trunks whenever he swam or exercised. That sizeable bulge between his legs, the clear outline of his more-than-ample circumcised penis barely contained by the sheer fabric, was all it took to get me exercised as well! I have to admit that more than once I fingered myself to orgasm as I stood at the kitchen sink watching him work out. What would my best friend Callie say if she knew? And I scarcely dared ask myself in my heart of hearts, what would Bobby think?
That summer I spent every minute I dared lounging around Callie's pool, letting her wait on me and bring me drinks while the two of us lay on deck chairs where we chatted and worked on our suntans. And as we chatted I watched Bobby, always Bobby. Was I fooling myself or was Bobby watching me as well? He certainly seemed to spend even more time than usual hanging around the patio or swimming in the pool, showing off for me on those afternoons when I was around.
"Eric's becoming quite the handsome young man, isn't he?" Callie said one afternoon after a generous sip from her third El Diablo. "I'll bet he has to drive off the girls with a bullwhip."
"Interesting image," I laughed. "I love the way your mind works, Callie."
"Does Eric have a steady girlfriend?" Callie persisted. "A romantic interest?"
"No," I said. "He works all those hours at the shipping company. When he does get home, he's so exhausted that all he wants to do is flop into bed."
"You'd better keep an eye on him, Suze," Callie warned playfully, "these young guys have way more energy than we do at our age."
"I beg your pardon," I joked as I savored the taste of the tequila and lime. "What's with this our age crap? I don't know about you, Callie, but personally, I feel as though I'm still in my sexual prime."
Callie's remark about women our age stung me, even though I tried to laugh it off at the time. I don't know why, but I began to take it as some kind of a challenge, a dare that I express my sexuality in new and unexplored ways.
One lazy afternoon, feeling especially audacious, I decided to give Bobby an up close and personal look at me in my new micro bikini. On a naughty whim I'd purchased it at the mall, intending all the while to model it for Bobby at my very first opportunity.
I nervously opened the back fence gate, tiptoed across the grass to Callie's patio and knocked at the sliding door. Seeing my reflection in the glass, if I hadn't known better I would have thought I was naked wearing only the daring see-through fabric. In the bright sunlight the dark outlines of my nipples were clearly visible to anyone who cared to look, and you could swipe a debit card in the camel toe my skintight bikini bottoms revealed. I almost ran home to change when the patio door slid wide open and there stood Bobby wearing nothing but his Speedos. From the expression on his face and the growing bulge in his trunks it was obvious he was thoroughly enjoying my new look. Obvious as well was the fact that that he was wearing his without the lining, leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination. He might as well have been totally nude!
Nonplussed and struggling for something to say, I asked, "Is your mother home?" That's right, I really did. I think we both laughed at the same time, me from embarrassment and him out of nervousness at seeing his mom's best friend standing at the door basically naked in front of him.
"Naw, she had something she had to do. Come on in." I thought I detected a note of tension in his voice at the invitation. "You want a drink or something?" he asked me.
"Now there's a thought," I said, trying to sound both motherly and playful at the same time. "Will you be having one with me? Or are you in training? They have strict rules against drinking alcohol for you high school athletes, don't they?"
"I already graduated," he reminded me, although I already knew, "and haven't you heard that rules are made to be broken?"
Feeling bold, I batted my false eyelashes and flashed a seductive smile up at him—I'm only five foot one and he is six feet tall—and asked in my breathiest bedroom voice, "What are you having, Bobby?"
His breathing grew shallow, eyes wide open and blinking rapidly. Suddenly and with no warning he took me in his arms and kissed me passionately. I gave in totally to his kiss. In moments his hands found the tie of my bikini top and released it. The bra fell away, leaving my breasts exposed. He hugged me harder, squeezing my breasts tight against his powerful chest, the way I hadn't had them squeezed in a long time. All at once I knew how much I had been wanting all through that summer for Bobby to take me sexually, despite the fact that I was thirty-one years older than him. I wanted his big cock deep inside me, thrusting me to one orgasm, then another, and another.
I withdrew from his kisses to whisper urgently, "What if your mother comes home?"
"Don't worry; she's usually gone for hours," he murmured before grabbing me again, this time by the cheeks of my ass, if you please, and drawing me into his impassioned embrace. I reached for his penis where it jutted against my thigh. Bobby struggled out of the trunks and tossed them on the nearby couch. I stroked the shaft of his cock, making him shudder with excitement. He was rock-hard, and huge! Like a boy-crazy adolescent girl on her first date, I could scarcely wait to have that big thing inside of me!
Bobby pumped his bare cock against my thigh. I was afraid he'd cum right then and there and spoil the moment. Young men are so impetuous. It takes a certain maturity to learn to prolong the pleasure of sex. "If we're going to do this, let's at least find a bedroom," I whispered in his ear.
I squealed with delight when Bobby picked me up and carried me into the master bedroom. "Isn't this where your mom sleeps?" I asked nervously.
"Yep."
"Are you sure you want to do it here?"
"Bed's bigger," he replied. Smart boy.
Throwing himself on top of me, Bobby grasped both my hands in his and stretched my arms above my head. He arched his back and surveyed my breasts for what I considered to be a very long time.
"How do you like them?" I asked in my most seductive voice.
"Nice tits," he said in a totally unassuming way.
"You do have a way with words, don't you?" I laughed. "Have you had much experience with older women, Bobby?"
"Not before today."
I gazed into his eyes and asked, "Would you like me to suck your cock?"
Bobby blushed. He swept his blond surfer hair out of his eyes and said, "Sure," his obvious arousal making him barely able to croak the words out.
I laughed again. My laugh sounded evil to me, like an old witch preparing to cook Hansel and Gretel and eat them. Instead, I greedily ate Bobby's cock for him, giving him what I hoped would prove to be the blowjob he's never forget.
Bobby surprised me by his ability to last a long time. My neck muscles were growing stiff and fatigued, my lips swollen and sore, but still he held out from cumming, although he sure moaned enough, from pleasure.
Neither one of us heard the door open. I felt Bobby stiffen. Thinking he was about ready to cum, I redoubled my efforts at sucking him off, deep-throating him to a big finale. That's when I heard Callie's voice behind me shrieking, "Omigod! What are you doing with her?!"
I pulled my mouth away from Bobby's huge engorged cock and twisted around to face Callie. How would I ever explain what had happened! Our friendship was ruined. Only the fact that Bobby had just turned eighteen would keep me from going to jail!
Two people stood in the doorway to the master bedroom: Callie and Eric! They both were staring at us, and they both were naked! My son's penis was fully erect and equally impressive as Bobby's.
"Callie, I—I don't know what to say," I stammered. "It... just happened!" I turned to my son and said, "B-but Eric, what are you doing naked with her?"
"I dunno," Eric said sheepishly, not averting his eyes from the scene before him, his arm still around Callie's trim waist.
"I want an answer, young man! What are you doing with this...this grown woman, the two of you running around naked as jaybirds! It's a disgrace!"
"No more of a disgrace than what you were just doing with my son!" Callie replied. "We caught you in the act of fellating Bobby, Suze. Don't you try and deny it!"
"May I make a suggestion?" Bobby offered quietly.
"Don't you dare make this any worse than it is already, Mister," Callie said. "You're in big trouble in case you don't know it yet!"
Calmly and evenly, Bobby replied, "What I was about to suggest is this: we're all here, we all know each other, we're all already naked, and we all have the same thing on our minds. So why don't we follow through and just do what comes naturally?"
Callie and I looked at each other. I don't know which of us first broke into a dirty grin, but we were two minds having the same lustful and horny thoughts. Callie shook her head and said, "I can't believe I'm about to do this. Who goes first?"
"Why don't we all share this bed together, for starters," I suggested. "Like Bobby said, we're all friends here." Eric and Callie lay down beside us, girls in the middle. Four people take up a lot of room, even on a king-size bed. Callie and I were so close we were touching each other, not an unpleasant experience by any means.
Eric looked forlorn. I reached over and patted his thigh, smiling at him. "It'll be okay, Sweetie," I said. When I drew my hand away, my fingertips accidentally brushed the tip of Eric's cock. He shivered but did not protest.
Callie and I gazed into each others' eyes, naughty smiles playing across our faces. I trailed my fingernails over Callie's body, coming tantalizingly close to her ample nipples, making them hard and erect with anticipation. Then, regardless of the fact that both our sons were watching, I turned on my side, drew closer to Callie and began sucking on her left nipple, teasing the tip with my tongue. Callie moaned softly.
I steadily worked my way downward, kissing the expanse of Callie's abdomen, drawing ever closer to the ultimate goal of her shaved pussy. I hadn't known until this moment that Callie shaved off; her pussy was like a fleshy arched gateway to ecstasy! Her pussy lips, thick and inviting, beckoned me to lick, and lick I did! Feeling the eyes of both our sons upon me, I crept to the foot of the bed, gently spread Callie's legs and rested my face against her cunt, nuzzling away at her. Then my tongue found its mark: Callie's clitoris.
Clits vary in size; Callie's was easily double the dimensions of mine. What that told me was that she would be insatiable in bed, and that it would demand my full range of cunnilingual skills to satisfy her.
I love a challenge. Callie drew her legs up and arched her back as I worked away at her. Then she started verbalizing. It was so hot hearing her whisper every secret sensual fantasy she'd ever harbored, while Eric and Bobby listened in! "I've always wanted to do this, Suze!" she sighed. "Having my pussy eaten by you is my ultimate fantasy. Keep doing it, Lover! Don't ever stop! I love feeling your tongue down there!"
As I licked away, I felt the bed shift. Although I couldn't see over Callie's thighs I thought Bobby had gotten out of bed and moved behind me. My suspicions were confirmed when I felt his hands gently spreading my ass cheeks. He tenderly kissed both cheeks, and then licked my very asshole. It felt heavenly! His fingertips stroked my pussy lips as he tongued my asshole. Performing cunnilingus on Callie, who was becoming progressively wet and slick from my intimate attentions, I willed him to shove his massive cock into my ass and fuck me! (See how my dirty mind works? I ought to be ashamed. But I'm not.)
And then suddenly my wish was granted.
I don't know whether you girls out there have ever tried anal, but it is beyond doubt a tremendous experience, take my word for it! Giving your body over to a man's carnal uses and having him perform one of the most humiliating, degrading acts upon you, gives you an indefinable, truly visceral thrill. I tried focusing on eating Callie's cunt but the hard thrustings that penetrated my asshole were very distracting. My anus stretched almost beyond endurance like a taut rubber band. And that's when Callie began to cum.
She moaned, actually a crescendo of moans growing in passion and volume. She straightened and stiffened her legs. I looked to my right, expecting to see the space where Bobby had lain. Instead, there was Bobby himself, studying me eating his mother's cunt like there was going to be a test on it later.
Frantically I looked to my left for Eric. That side of the bed was empty, meaning only one thing: my son was the one fucking me in the ass! "Eric!" I gasped. "Stop it! Stop it this instant!"
"Aw, Mom," Eric whined as he came inside my rectum, "you never let me do anything!"
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