3 comments/ 244242 views/ 12 favorites Keeping Mum Company Ch. 1 By: spurt-reynolds I've been single for nearly 10 years now, ever since my husband passed away, and at 48 I'm far too old to get back into the whole dating thing. That aside, I still like to look my best, and I'd like to think I look pretty good for my age (save the stretch marks and the odd wrinkle). I'm not lonely either, I've got my darling son Paul to keep me company. He's been a real comfort to me and kept me sane during the first difficult years. Now he's all grown up, a handsome young man of 19 and he's often out on the town with his friends of a weekend. I don't begrudge him a good time, but it can be quite annoying when he keeps me up all night "entertaining" his young lady friends in the room next door. He seems to pick up a different young lady every night, and I'm often treated to the sound of some little floozy panting and screaming till the early hours. I can definitely say I approve of his current girlfriend though, as I was introduced to her some 2 months ago, and we are like one big happy family. It started on a Friday night, Paul was out on the town and I decided to get an early night in, so I retired to bed around 11. I was so tired after a hard week at the office where I work that I didn't hear him coming home, and was oblivious to the fact he had come back at all, until I heard some movement in the kitchen downstairs, and assuming it was him, I got up. I wrapped my dressing gown around my nightdress and slipped downstairs to make him breakfast as I always did on a weekend. When I entered the kitchen, there was no sight of Paul at all, instead there was a girl sat at the kitchen table. I call her a girl out of habit, she was not like his usual air-headed bimbo type, this was a real mature woman, quite attractive too, aged not too far off me, I'd say she was late thirties/early forties. She had the most beautiful chocolate brown skin, and long black curly hair and she looked quite fetching in the short silver dress she had obviously been wearing to go out in the night before. Seeing me stood there, she got up and introduced herself. "Hi, I'm Susan," she chirped offering a hand to shake. Taking her hand, I introduced myself politely, "I'm Beverly, Paul's mother, is he not up yet?" "Paul's gone out early to the gym, he told me to make myself at home and when he got back we'd go into town," she replied, asking me if it was OK. I smiled and nodded, pouring us both a coffee I sat down to find out some more about her. She told me she worked down at the gym and that's how they had first met. She was divorced from her last husband and work commitments had left no time for children. This woman was so different from all the other girls he had introduced me to, and the more we chatted, the better we seemed to get on. I told her to make herself comfortable while I went for a shower, and then we could have breakfast together while we waited for Paul, and she smiled and thanked me. She even offered to make breakfast for us. I reassured her it wasn't necessary, but she insisted and I accepted her offer gladly, before going upstairs to shower. As I washed myself I thought to myself what a nice woman Susan was and I hoped Paul would see more of her. After 5 minutes or so, I switched off the shower, wrapped a towel around myself and exited the bathroom, moving across the landing to my bedroom to dry off and dress. As I entered the room, I unfastened the large towel from around my chest and dropped it to the floor, before slipping on my panties and bra, and moving over to the wardrobe to pick out an outfit. As I turned round, Susan was stood in the doorway, she wanted to ask where I kept the frying pan. I was rather embarrassed to be stood there half naked in front of a woman I'd only just met, let alone one with such a perfect figure, and I tried to cover myself with my hands as best I could. Susan could see I was uncomfortable with my situation and apologised for the intrusion before adding a further unexpected complement. As she went to leave me to dress she said "I don't know why you're trying to hide yourself Beverly, most women would kill for a body like yours." My face flushed red with embarrassment, not used to being complemented on my appearance, seeing my coyness she continued. "Honestly, I should know, I see so many women working like crazy just to try and maintain a figure like you have naturally." I was really flushed pink now and covered my face with my hands, leaving my body open to her full scrutiny. "You look fabulous Beverly, honestly," then looking at the selection of long loose dresses in my wardrobe, she added "You really shouldn't be hiding it in clothes like those, you should be proud, show yourself off a bit." Then before I could reply, I uncovered my face and was stunned to see her slipping out of her dress, leaving her in a tiny pair of lacy knickers and a matching bra which only half covered her perfectly round full bosom. Then she handed the dress over to me and invited me to try it on. Although it wasn't really my style, if I had refused it would have looked very odd indeed for her so I took the dress and slipped it on. "Wow!" she enthused, as she looked me up and down, "You look great!" This time when I looked in the mirror, I couldn't disagree. Though I say so myself, I did look pretty good in it. Susan chuckled as she saw how surprised I was with my attractive reflection and laughed as I turned and posed in the mirror "See, I told you Bev, it really shows off your boobs, I wish I had a pair like that!" Looking back across at her, I noticed that for a slim woman, she did have disproportionately large breasts and informed her that she had lovely bosoms too. "Two grand though," she replied looking down at her ebony mounds. "I'm sorry," I replied, not understanding her strange response. "Two thousand pounds worth," she continued, my husband paid for them for my 40th birthday (confirming my estimation of her age). "You mean they're false?" I enquired. "Yeah, working out so much means my boobs all but disappeared, so the money I got in the divorce, I used to cheer myself up on my fortieth by getting my tits done." I looked at her chest for a good couple of minutes, unable to believe they could be false. "They look brilliant Susan," I complimented, "Money well spent, I'd never have guessed by looking." Beverly laughed louder, "People think they're all like Pamela Anderson, hard and immobile, they feel like normal flesh, here feel for yourself." Although such an offer would make many uncomfortable, most women of my age have inevitably thought about getting something done, and I was indeed curious about what silicone implants would feel like. I tentatively reached out a hand and brushed my hand across the surface of her bra. It did indeed feel soft and squashy, not at all how I expected and I placed my palm over her cleavage and gently squeezed her breast. "They're great," I said really natural, with one question still niggling in the back of my mind, I decide to venture forth with my enquiry, "Er what about the, you know…" I muttered, now wishing I hadn't begun the question. Susan grinned knowingly, and sparing my embarrassment further, finished the statement on my behalf. "The nipples?," she offered calmly. "Yes," I replied, "Are they still, you know, sensitive?" What she did next really shocked me, as she lowered one strap of her delicate bra and lifted her left breast out and laid it on her chest. "Absolutely Bev," she continued, "look." As I watched, she took her nipple between her finger and thumb and started to roll it gently, pulling on it slightly as she did so. Then she took my hand and placed it over the long dark stubby teat. Just as she had answered, it was firm and hard, and as a rubbed a fingertip over it slowly, it tightened and grew slightly longer at my touch, causing her to flinch slightly with a little sharp gasp. "See," she responded as I removed my hand, a new gentleness in her voice "Every bit as attentive as your own wonderful nipples." As she replied, she nodded cheekily in the direction of my chest. When I looked down at my own chest, it was indeed true. Beneath the thin fabric of my bra and the dress my own nipples had become hard and long, and were clearly visible through the thin cloth of the dress. I concluded I must be cold from he shower, but a quick pause later I realised it was comfortably warm in the room. Then as I realised my heart was beating faster in my chest, I made a startling conclusion: I was getting turned on by the sight and feel of Susan's naked breast. I decided the best thing to do was to give her the dress back and she would leave, I could then regain my decorum and she would forget the state I was in. I slipped the silky fabric over my body and down over my thighs, letting it slip to the floor at my ankles. That only made things worse as my arousal had started to make my pussy wet, and a little transparent patch appeared at my crotch, making my dark brown pubes clearly visible beneath. I was hoping Susan wouldn't see and tried to cover myself with a hand. Susan stepped over towards me and put a hand on my shoulder. The feel of her cool skin on my own bare flesh made me shudder with a strange new sense of pleasure. Susan sensed my feelings, and ventured her hand across, cupping my large soft boob in her long brown fingers. I closed my eyes and sighed, my chest heaving with the quickening of my breath. Susan leaned over and whispered sexily in my ear as she continued massaging my bosom in her slender hand. "It's OK Beverly, go with it, just relax and ride the wave," she murmured softly, as I started to slowly circle a couple of fingers on my damp gusset. It had been a long time since I had felt like that, and never before from a woman. Susan started to move her head down the side of my face, and I could feel her silky hair gliding along my cheek. Then she pushed my own long wet hair aside and began to plant light feathery kisses down my neck. She was making me really horny now, but I felt I needed to protest, "I can't do this, I'm not…." "Gay," she interrupted, "I know, nor am I remember, relax it don't mean a thing." Her reassurance made me feel calmer and I slipped my hand inside her lacy bra cup and lifted her other breast out, pinching and stroking the black nipple to hardness to match the other. By this time, Susan had unfastened the bra I was wearing and unveiled my own large (but 100% natural) boobs. She had taken one in her hands, and was now kissing the pale flesh gently, as she had done on my neck beforehand. As I rubbed faster on my crotch, the dampness increased and I tugged aside the crotch and started rubbing at my hairy exposed cunt lips. By now I couldn't have cared less if I was gay, the sheer pleasure I was getting from having this woman loving my soft breasts was all that mattered. I ran my index finger along the length of my burning hot slit, making it glisten with the excretions her sensual activities had initiated. Then as I broke away from her slightly, I lifted it up and placed it on her face, tracing the outline of her full pouting lips before she took it between her lips and ran her tongue along it, tasting the delicate flavour of my vaginal juices. Once I felt she was done, I slipped my finger out of her warm wet mouth, and pressed my lips against hers, kissing her passionately as my hands strayed to her firm chocolaty buttocks. As our tongues danced, I kneaded her bum firmly in my hands pulling her close to me, our breasts squashed in a heavenly mass of yielding squirming tit-meat. After kissing for a full 5 minutes, we clambered onto the bed, and both removed our sodden panties. Susan lay flat on her back and I propped myself up on my side to admire her full nakedness. Starting at her firm tits, I ran a hand slowly over the contours of her ribs and down her thorax onto her stomach. The continual workout regime she followed gave her body a sculpted appearance, the centrepiece of which was the small hard bumps of her abdominals, which rippled as my hand moved closer and closer to her cunt. Wanting to tease her further, I moved my hand away from her skin momentarily, before replacing it on the inside of her slender thigh, just above her knee. I could feel her body trembling with excitement as I slid my hand slowly and deliberately along the smooth skin of her thigh until I was mere inches away from her pussy. Due to the skimpy outfits she wore, Susan's cunt was totally hairless and as my hand moved ever closer, I could see her cunt lips glistening n the daylight as she longed for her vagina to be satisfied. I felt she had been teased long enough and rubbed the tips of my fingers along her swollen lips before parting them slightly to accommodate the first and second fingers of my right hand. The lubrication her hole provided meant I was able to quickly insert a third and was quickly finger-fucking her right up to the knuckle. As my hands played inside her pussy, Susan was taking each of my breasts in turn and licking them slowly, before sucking hard on the nipples to get me hot and wet. Susan's pussy was making sloshing noises each time my hand was thrust forcefully inside and I knew she was getting close to cumming. I pulled my fingers out of her tunnel and put them up to my mouth, as the juices continued to trickle from her twitching snatch onto the sheets below. As she watched, I licked my sticky fingers clean, tasting female fluid for the very first time. It was a taste I loved and was desperate for more. Turning myself around on the bed, I clambered on top of Susan's slim body, in the sixty-nine position. Although having been in that position many times before, it was usually a nice hard cock I was presented with, the sight of a dripping bald cunt being a whole new experience. It was one I found deeply erotic, and was quickly pressing my eager mouth over her vulva and sucking noisily. Down at the foot of the bed, Susan had two fingers delving into my cunt making the experience one that I would not forget in a hurry, as my oral exploration revealed the location of her little dark clitoris. As Susan continued to probe my fanny with her fingers, I pressed the tip of my tongue hard against her bud, making her body jerk as she spasmed with feelings of pure sexual enjoyment. Her fingers had now been replaced by her own wet tongue and she was lapping at the spread butterfly lips of my own mature vagina. Obviously more experienced in pleasuring women than I, she located my clit in record time, and I could feel her applying pressure to it, just as I was with hers. Then as we both longed for a simultaneous crescendo to our pleasure, Susan moved her face away just enough for her to be audible as she hissed her orders across our sweaty bodies "Suck it bitch," she commanded "Suck my fucking clit!" Being talked dirty to was one of my all time greatest turn-ons and I responded by clamping my lips firmly around the area of her clit. Taking a deep breath, I sucked hard and long at her throbbing bud, and her buttocks jumped off the mattress, forcing her groin hard against my mouth. I had obviously done it right and was rewarded by her repeating the same action. My response to it was pretty similar as I felt a contraction deep in the pit of my stomach. Having both initiated the beginnings of our partner's climax, all formalities were dispensed and we both munched and sucked wildly on each other's hot slimy cunts, each action making us thrash around as the pressure built up inside our bodies. It took only a further minute or so of feasting on each other vaginas for the climax to come, mine first, followed almost immediately by Susan. As we continued to eat each other out, our stomach muscles contracted and released repeatedly as the cum flowed freely from our holes. As I'm certain she could in my cunt, I could hear the juices gushing inside her as I flicked my tongue around her pussy walls, attempting to sup every last drop of sticky honey from inside her. When our climax subsided, we lay back on the bed together, holding each other's trembling naked bodies in our arms. Around our mouths was the sticky trace of each other's cum as we slid our slimy faces over one another in a lingering sensual kiss. Exhausted by our efforts, we closed our eyes, and still entwined in a loving embrace, drifted away to sleep. After an hour or so of slumber, we awoke and sat up on the bed, only to be greeted with the sight of Paul stood in the doorway with his gym kit on. "What the hells been going on here?" he yelled, a large bulge appearing slowly in the front of his shorts as he gazed at the naked bodies of us freshly satisfied women. "Relax babe," said Susan provocatively, noticing the arousal in the groin of my sexy young son with a sexy little glint in her eye, "I was just keeping your mother company." "Don't be so uptight, Paul," I added, "Why don't you take that sweaty gym kit off and we can all get acquainted properly?" (Continued in part 2-COMING SOON). Keeping Mum Company Ch. 2 Paul stood frozen to the spot, I don't think he could fully take in what was going on. I suppose I could hardly blame him, after all it's not every day you find you mother lying naked next to your girlfriend is it?! I took the robe from off the floor next to the bed and wrapped myself up in it to spare him any further embarrassment, before getting up and walking over to where he was standing in the doorway. I put my arm around him and kissed him on the cheek. As I did so I noticed he was shaking. "What's up honey?" I asked him, but as I did so he pulled away from me. "You... her... you're both lesbians!!" he stuttered, as he dropped his kitbag on the carpet. "Don't be silly Paul," I laughed "How do you think you were born?" As I replied, Susan quickly followed, "And I'm certainly not, or have you forgotten about last night." Although it was obvious to both of us that I knew he was sexually active, his face flushed pink with embarrassment at Susan's frankness in my presence. Seeing his discomfort I attempted to reassure him. "It's OK Paul" I said softly, "I hear what you get up to in your room." My words didn't seem to help much, making him squirm with the strangeness of the whole conversation. Nevertheless Susan continued, "Sorry if we kept you up last night Beverly," she said, "Paul's so amazing in bed, he really knows how to use his big dick." As it turned out I had been sound asleep and not heard a whisper, but judging by the noise his other partner's made during sex, I dare say there would be a fair few girls who would back up her claim. "Don't worry about it love," I answered, "I was fast asleep last night, never heard a thing." Paul finally ended the conversation by yelling "Do you mind Susan, this is my bloody mother you know". "There's no need to shout at her like that Paul" I scalded, noticing that she was quite taken aback by his outburst. "Yes" she added, "I was only saying you had a big dick". Paul ignored my presence in the room for a moment and moved over to the bed. "Susan" he whispered, hoping I wouldn't hear "I don't think my mum's really interested in the size of my cock, do you?" Making it obvious that I had heard what he was trying to keep quiet, I chuckled as I tried to lighten the situation in the room. "I don't know why you're so bothered Paul, it's not as if I haven't seen it before is it?" Paul didn't seem to find my joke to funny, and turned round to face me. As he did so, I noticed Susan was creeping up on him from behind. "It's hardly the same is it mum" he muttered, "I think it's changed a bit since then." Folding his arms indignantly as he replied, he was unable to stop Susan. Grabbing the bottom of his shorts in both hands, she shouted "I'll say Bev, just look at the size of this monster!" before yanking them down to his knees, leaving his genitals exposed to my gaze. Boy was she right! Before he could react by covering himself with his hands, I was able to get a good look at his package. Granted it was in a semi-aroused state after the initial eyeful he had got of our naked bodies when he had first walked in the room, but even so it was the biggest penis I had seen in all my days (and I had seen a fair few!). It was around 8 and a half inches long with deep blue veins running along its length, and it was topped with a large fat deep pink helmet which looked like it was around 2 inches on its own. It was so long that he barely managed to conceal half of it's size with his hands, and his huge heavy balls were totally in the open, dangling way below. "Wow!," I gasped "You're not kidding, its fucking massive!" Paul smirked slightly as I complemented him on the size of his manhood and his face turned red as he noticed me panting before him, still shocked at the sheer enormity of his big dick. He decided that if I was going to be so nonchalant about the whole thing, then he may as well join in saying confidently "Well, seeing you naked didn't harm mum, I had no idea you had such a fit body!" It was now my face which flushed with embarrassment, as Susan got up off the bed and slinked over to where I was standing. Moving behind me, she put her hands on my neck, she smoothed the silk dressing gown down, exposing the pale smooth skin of my shoulders. "See Bev," she whispered sexily "I told you he had a nice big cock," see if you can make it nice and hard for him." Seeing his cock briefly had made me really horny, and I was indeed keen to see it in all its glory, so I assisted Susan in undressing me, by unfastening the belt of my robe, and opening it up, where Susan slipped it off slowly over my arms. I stood before him with my hands on my hips, totally naked as he had seen me initially. "Wow mum" he gasped as he ran his eyes up and down the length of my body "You're body, you're gorgeous". Susan now slipped her hand round the front of me and smoothed it over my bosom. "You may think my tits are nice Paul, but there's no substitute for the real thing" she said to him sexily, before reaching out and grabbing his arm. As she pulled at it, his hand moved away from his groin, exposing more of his glorious cock to my view. She continued to lift his arm, and slid her hand down to his wrist. Then she took his hand and placed his palm flat against my left breast. I could feel him trembling as his hand slipped slowly across the expanse of flesh which lay on my chest. His hand felt good on my boob, and I longed for equal attention on my right tit, and gesturing with my eyes, I invited him to do it. "I've got 2 Paul and right now one's feeling lonely". Paul responded immediately, placing both his hands over the soft mounds of flesh, rubbing and squeezing gently as Susan kissed the nape of my neck. My hands were feeling somewhat redundant, so I reached out with my right and cupped his scrotum lovingly. As he massaged my soft breasts, I returned the favour gladly, cradling his balls and stroking them with my fingers. After a while, I moved my hand forward, reaching the base of his swelling penis. Paul was now tweaking my nipples in his fingers, making them stiffen at his delicate touch. He was making me feel really wet down below, and my left hand strayed along my stomach into my pubes. Paul had noticed my hand moving south and leaned over to me, whispering in my ear "Play with your hairy pussy mum, it's all wet for me isn't it, your own son... you dirty bitch!" Having him talk to me that way made my cunt burn with excitement and my fingers were soon pressing against my slit. Paul released his grip on my right bosom and put his hand behind my head. Then he pulled it towards him violently and jammed his tongue into my open mouth. His force had taken me by surprise somewhat and it was some 30 seconds before the kiss became mutual. Susan had sank down onto her knees behind me now and was kissing the base of my back, just above my flabby buttocks. As we continued to kiss, my hand had now wrapped firmly around Paul's shaft, which had grown to a full 10 inches now, and I was slowly sliding my hand up and down it, wanking him very deliberately. I could feel him panting harder as I stroked his massive schlong, his hot breath beating against my face, and his other hand slid along my flat belly to meet mine at the entrance to my cunt. Susan was now kissing my peachy bum-cheeks as I quickened my rhythm slightly on her boyfriend's rigid pole. Paul seemed keen to get inside my cunt, so I held open one side for him to slip in a finger, but the horny little bastard put in 3 and was using his thumb to press against my clit. Susan could sense I was getting really wet, and parted my cheeks with her slender brown fingers. She then flicked out her tongue and lapped at my puckered anus. I had never experienced having my asshole eaten before, and the combination of Paul's skilful fingering and Susan's playful tongue was building me up to a climax nicely and to reward him for his work, I frantically tugged at his enormous penis. My action spurred him on even more, and he inserted a forth finger deep inside my pussy. Susan had now removed her tongue and was trying to force a thin digit up my tight bum hole. Aided by her saliva I dare say, I suddenly felt the pressure subside and my sphincter relaxed just enough for her to slip a finger inside my colon. As she did so, my clit twitched as Paul's knuckles agitated it with his fingering and my body jolted as I orgasmed, covering his hand in my sticky cum. Susan continued to finger my ass, and I quickly climaxed again, my juices now trickling down my thighs as my hand was now virtually a blur over Paul's gargantuan erection. I could sense Paul was close to ejaculating now, and I pushed him down onto the bed. Susan could see what was happening and slipped her finger quickly out of my asshole. She rushed round to the side of him and sank to her knees on the floor. Then she opened he mouth as wide as she could and took hold of his hand coated liberally in my juices. Taking fingers 2 at a time, she licked and sucked, cleaning his skin of the product of my climax. As she feasted on my cum, Paul took her hand and stretched out the soiled finger she had recently removed from my anus. I watched in amazement as he sucked at her finger tenderly, seemingly savouring the unique flavour from inside me, just as his girlfriend was doing beside him. Once they had completed sampling the products of my own body, Susan opened her mouth as wide as she could and clamped her lips firmly around the tip of Paul's penis. Then, she grabbed the base of it for stability and sank her mouth slowly down, taking inch after inch of thick veiny cock meat. Every time I thought to myself she couldn't possibly take any more, she seemed to swallow another inch, until she was right down where her hand was, a couple of inches from his abdomen. I stared in awe as she slipped her moist lips back up to the head, before once more engulfing at least 7 inches of his member. Once she was accustomed to the mouthful of dick she had, she set about sucking his cock expertly, using rapid strokes of her lips along the full length of his tool. I knew he wouldn't be able to last long with her sucking his dick like that, and I crawled between his thighs and began lapping at his big hairy balls. My prediction was right and he flung his arms down onto the bed, grabbing a handful of bed sheet in each fist to prepare himself. "Oh fuck I'm gonna cum!" he yelled before bucking his hips and thrusting his cock right down Susan's throat. Still lapping at his sweaty crotch, I lifted my eyes, and watched as his shaft twitched and the jism began to rise from his balls. I could see the veins pulsing as it pumped his cum up the enormous length of fat cock he possessed and he grunted as it was released forcefully into Susan's unprepared mouth. Susan gobbled at his cock as the spunk shot in long streams from his helmet and I was sucking gently on his balls to help empty them as fully as possible into her mouth. The extent of his ejaculation was just to much for her to deal with however, and she began to gag. She unclamped her lips from around his softening dick and huge streams of his seed flowed along the shaft into his pubes and onto my tongue. Susan soon got her breath back and was then joining me as we licked the cum from along the sides of his now flaccid member. As we licked together, our tongues would occasionally meet and we would swap small puddles of his salty cum as they lashed against each other in a feeding frenzy. "Shit ladies!" panted Paul breathlessly as his chest rose and fell quickly with his exhaustion, "That was fucking awesome!" "Not as awesome as that big dick Paul!" I replied, "You're a lucky bitch Susan getting that up your cunt!" "Don't worry mum, he grinned, now breathing more normally, so will you as soon as I'm hard again, then you'll see what I can really do with it!" "In that case Beverly" offered Susan, "We'd better help it along." I grinned slyly at Susan's invitation, knowing how to do just that, and have a pretty good time ourselves into the bargain. "Reach under that pillow Paul," I instructed "And pass me my little friend". Paul reached behind him and his hand searched beneath the duvet for a while, until his hand rested motionless on the item in question. "Bloody hell mum, what the hell is this?" he spluttered as his fingers closed around it. Then he pulled it out from it's home on the bed and all was revealed. What he held aloft, and the item I had asked him to fetch for me, was my 20 inch "double dong," double ended rubber dildo. "Well" I explained mischievously, "Since your father died, I have to entertain myself somehow!" Paul reached out his hand and I took the enormous latex sex toy from him. Susan's eyes widened and she lay back on the carpet and lifted her knees, spreading her legs to await it's intrusion. "Not so fast honey," I laughed, "You can't just shove a beast like this inside yourself, you need to be nice and lubricated first believe me!" My cunt was still nice and moist from the several orgasms they had combined to produce in me, but Susan's sweet little pussy had been sadly neglected. I took her legs, and parted them further, before placing my mouth on her stomach and poking out my tongue. As she ruffled her fingers through my hair, I slowly lowered my face over her belly, my tongue rising and falling as it yielded to the contours of her firm tight abdominals. Susan didn't have to wait long for me to reach my final destination though, and soon my hot humid breath was tickling against her smooth pelvis as my lips pressed against her shaven vagina. I opened my mouth slightly and poked out the tip of my tongue. With a little pressure her dark labia separated and my soft pink tongue disappeared beneath the fleshy folds of her gorgeous ebony cunt. After getting her nice and slick from the deposits of my saliva, I remembered how she had brought me off so intensely before Paul had come home and I located her clit quickly and covered it with my pursed pink lips. Inhaling deeply, I drew breath and sucked sharply on Susan's bud and she responded just as she did previously. "You bitch!" she laughed, as her juices poured from her hole into my mouth. As her orgasm subsided, I informed her he was now suitably wet and I grabbed hold of the dildo, which lay dormant at my side. Taking a firm grip about halfway along, I told Susan to open herself up for me and she responded by holding her cunt open for my imminent entry. I took the end of the dildo between the first two fingers and thumb of my other hand for stability, and rapidly forced six inches of rubber right up inside her. Although she was nice and wet, I didn't want to hurt her unnecessarily, so I decided to give her a nice comfortable fuck with six inches before I introduced further inches into her, finishing with about eight or nine inches deep inside her vagina. Then after giving my own clit a little rub, just to keep the juices flowing in my own cunt, I sat upright, close to Susan on the floor, and she held my legs open as I prised the left hand side of my pussy lips open. Then, just as I had done earlier, I guided the tip into my fuck tunnel with two fingers and a thumb. However, being more accustomed to having my cunt stuffed with thick rubber cock, I rapidly shoved the entire exposed length inside myself, and shuffled forward on my bottom, until our vaginas were touching. Susan seemed to know exactly what to do, and we were soon up on our hands, grinding our fleshy cunts against each other, as the long veiny dido wriggled inside our bodies. That particular toy has me cumming in record time, and I was soon hissing and spitting as the pressure grew inside my pelvis. My pleasure seemed to help Susan along too, and she also had her head thrown back in ecstasy as she ground her moist lips against my bushy pubes. As it turned out, Paul's cock had stiffened long ago, and he was sat on the edge of the bed masturbating, stroking a big strong fist along the length of fat flesh in his lap. Susan seemed content to fuck with me for hours as she experienced orgasm after powerful orgasm, but I was keen to get Paul's dick inside me and didn't want him to be too far gone, as I wanted a good hard fucking before he shot his load. However, since the dildo was inside me I thought I might as well get one good orgasm off it and so I reached between our bodies, and selfishly took a couple of inches out of Susan and thrust them into myself. The simple introduction of three or four further inches had the desired effect immediately, and my fanny twitched as my cunt poured out a pool of sticky juice over the dildo and into my pubes, where it mingled with the droplets which had escaped from Susan's slit as our pussies rubbed against each other. My own lust satisfied, I slipped the dildo out of my cunt and left it glistening on the floor, as it hung limp, half still dangling from Susan's hot snatch. "Waste not, want not" she giggled, and slipped a further four inches inside herself. I cared not about her actions any more. I had better things on my mind. Although equally matched in terms of girth, and with the possibility of a full twenty inches of length, the dildo satisfied my lustful desires regularly, (and indeed, Susan seemed to be enjoying herself too!), but as Susan herself had said earlier on "there's no substitute for the real thing!" I pushed Paul down on the bed and clambered on top of his hot young body. By this time he had removed his vest and I was able to see his tight muscular body in all it's splendour. Raising myself upon my haunches, I positioned my pussy over the head of his cock, which was jutting straight upwards towards it. The anticipation of feeling my teenage son's fat cock inside me was making my vulva throb with excitement, and a couple of droplets of fluid emerged from my cunt and dripped onto the head of Paul's dick. Paul took that as I signal I was ready, and steadying the base of his shaft as I had done with the dildo, I guided myself slowly down onto him. Suddenly I felt the rounded tip of his swollen helmet throbbing against my lips and I let myself almost fall down onto his cock. It felt unbelievable as it slipped easily along the walls of my vagina, after all this was the first real cock I had had inside me for nearly a decade, and I had cum twice before the full ten inches were even up me. Neither of us were willing to stop there though, and I was soon eagerly bouncing on his dick, grinding my pelvis against him as he held my wide hips. As I bounced, he raised his hips, effectively matching my rhythm to slam his cock hard into me with each thrust. The power of his fucking made my fat boobs wobble uncontrollably on my chest which seemed to hypnotise him as he watched them sway too and fro under his guidance. After being on top for about 10 minutes and having cum 4 times, he pulled me flat on top of him, and without removing an inch of his wonderful cock, rolled us over so he hovered over me, now he was in control. Staring deep into my eyes, he jiggled his buttocks, as he slammed his entire length back and forth into me, leaving just the head and an inch of shaft inside me as he withdrew. He was the best fuck I ever had, and obviously highly experienced, as he had me puffing and panting like crazy with each hard thrust of his manhood. Again, his hard deep thrusting made my tits ripple, but this time they were stopped by his large hands, as he gripped them firmly, squeezing hard as he fucked me. Although barely audible above our grunting, it was clear that Susan was having a whale of a time watching her boyfriend give his mother a good hard seeing-to, just as she had received the previous night, as she was yelling and groaning on the carpet as my dildo continued to pleasure her. Keeping Mum Company Ch. 2 Again I had come around half a dozen times in just 15 minutes and Paul decided to finish me off in style. He climbed off me and told me to get on all fours, as he was going to "fuck me like the dirty dog I was". I didn't mind at all, I loved getting it doggie-style, as it was the best way to stimulate my clit. Paul loomed behind me, with his bloated dick held firmly in his hand. Without a word of warning, he had quickly parted my pussy and ha buried his cock deep inside me from behind. In that position, I could see how Susan had made novel use of my sex toy. She had taken the half I had left glistening in the daylight, and used the slick lubrication to jam it up her ass. She had half buried up her rectum and half buried up her pussy and she was trying to fuck herself in both holes with it simultaneously, and judging by the noise she was making, she was doing a pretty good job of it! Having Paul pump me in that position meant I could watch Susan bring herself off as he fucked me, and conversely, she seemed to enjoy watching my face contort with ecstasy as she listened to his balls slap against my buttocks as his rod pistoned into my squelching wet vagina. After 3 fierce orgasms in that position, Susan seemed to sense that Paul was quite close to cumming and began to offer verbal encouragement to him. "Fuck her you horny bastard" she cried, jamming the dildo into her holes with undying enthusiasm, "Make her cum all over your fat cock, just like you did with me!" Paul seemed to be taking on her orders, and was slapping my ass as he pumped me yelling, "Yeah that's it bitch, how dya like my big fat hairy cock inside you mum!" Although it was meant as a rhetorical question I couldn't help but answer, my words just recognisable behind the sobbing tones of another intense orgasm. "I love it baby, fuck me, fuck mummy I want your spunk inside me". It seemed I had passed my love of dirty talk onto my son and we both knew it was only a matter of time before his balls were exploding their jism into my hot pussy. Paul took his cock out of me in the middle of his thrusting, and I looked round to see what the problem was "What the fuck are you playing at?" I yelled, desperate for one last climax before he finished. "I'm gonna cum soon mum, and I can't do it inside you" he explained. I couldn't have cared less if he had got me pregnant at that very moment, but as luck would have it, I had never stopped taking the pill- force of habit I guess and after I informed him of the fact, a wide grin appeared on his face. As he had been slowly masturbating while his cock was out of my pussy (probably expecting to spray his spunk on my tits or something), he was desperately close to cumming. As he jammed the length deep inside me once again I came instantly, and he was quick to follow. As Susan watched, still busily plugging herself full of thick hard rubber, Paul grabbed my tits and jerked his hips hard against my ass. As he came, his fingers dug deep into my soft tits, causing me pain and pleasure together as I felt his massive cock pulsing inside me and his warm spunk slashing inside my already well-filled vagina. As a woman of great sexual experience I was able to use my tight cunt to milk his shaft of every last drop of cum before he withdrew it, coated in thick gooey jism, and transparent viscous pussy juices. Paul lay back exhausted on the mattress, his torso glistening erotically with sweat as he cleaned himself off with his vest. As he recovered his breath, I watched Susan as she slowly slipped the dildo from her ass and cunt and she held it out for me to inspect. I took it from her and took the end from her ass and put it in my mouth, she responded by taking the end from her cunt and sucking it clean herself as Paul propped himself up on his elbows, observing as his two favourite women enjoyed the flavours and aromas of the enormous double dildo. Since that glorious day Susan has been living with us and we have had many repeat performances of that wonderful orgy. The good thing about Susan though, is that even when Paul's out I'm never short of company.