7 comments/ 227282 views/ 23 favorites Roommate's Mother By: leldon mclean I went to college in another state; I just wanted to get as far away from home as I could. My parents were very old fashioned and straight laced. They expected me to be the same and I guess I was to some extent but not as bad as them. All my life I was dragged to church every time the doors were open. When I received scholarships from several different colleges, I took the one the most distant in order to get free of my stifling parents. My roommate was a very pretty girl but she had some strange ways. The first time she came in the room I was studying at my desk. She introduced herself as Amy Henderson and I told her I was Brenda Abbott. She said she was glad I was her roommate. She was afraid she would get stuck with some geek that could only hold a man by nailing his feet to the floor. I couldn't help but be a little flattered that she approved of me with such enthusiasm. "Let me see your panties." "My panties?" "Yeah, I want to see `em. You can tell a lot about a girl by her panties." "Well, they're in that top drawer over there." "No, I mean the ones you're wearing. You can also tell a lot by how a girl displays her panties when requested." "You mean I should pull my skirt up so you can look at them?" "Yes." "But that's so strange. I don't normally show other girls my panties." "Well, you want to get along with me, don't you? You do want us to get off to a good start?" "Of course I do. We're going to be together all year. I guess it's no big deal." I said nervously as I started to slide my skirt up my thighs. "Well, that's good. Pull your skirt up a little more. Turn around and bend over a little." I think her interest in my backside is what prompted me to comply. I have a bit of excessive pride in my tight, well-rounded derriere. "Oh, your panties are perfect. I knew you'd have on virgin white with a high cut and a little bit sheer. I can see the cleft of your ass through your panties. You have a magnificent ass. It's just gorgeous." Slightly embarrassed by her gushing approval, I couldn't help but beam a little in response. I smiled over my shoulder at her. I dismissed the incident as some quirk in her about her ability to guess what kind of panties a girl was wearing. That thought relaxed me a little since it did not seem to be a sexual thing and I liked the fact that she considered me attractive enough to be her roommate. I didn't want to mention to her that I was just a little bit of a geek. Maybe she wouldn't notice. After all, she would never look at my report cards, would she? I felt foolish holding my skirt up for her all this time but she didn't mention for me to drop it. She just looked at my behind with that enigmatic smirk on her face. After such a quirky start I wondered what other surprises my roommate might have but our relationship settled into something more ordinary. Despite her concern that her roommate should be attractive to boys, Amy never dated. Not that she didn't have offers; our phone rang incessantly with hunky sounding men asking for her. She would talk pleasantly to them but always declined their offers to go out. She discussed with me very often how dating was distracting and disastrous to the GPA which was difficult enough to maintain for girls who were not geeks. I wandered momentarily how that made us any diferent from geeks but when I did start receiving calls from male classmates, I declined their offers. It just sort of seemed like that was expected of me by my roommate. Then one Saturday afternoon, she started asking about my mother, what she looked like and how old she was. I replied that she was just an ordinary housewife but very religious. This somehow aroused her interest and she was adamant about seeing a picture of her. I did happen to have a photo of her and Dad so I showed it to her and she was extremely curious about my mother. "What kind of panties does she wear?" "Oh, Amy, I never noticed. She would certainly never allow me to see her that nearly naked." "But surely you went shopping with her and watched her buy intimate things." "I just never paid attention but I vaguely remember she just bought plain old underwear, three or four pairs to a package, mostly pink and quite full cut." "Do you know her bra size?" "No, not really." "She looks like about a 36D in this picture." "That's probably about right. She's quite full chested for a woman of such an ordinary build." "I don't suppose she ever let you suck on 'em, huh?" "No, that would be absurd. She would never allow me to see them, much less touch them. You just don't understand what an uptight, Bible thumping zealot she is." "Mom lets me suck hers all the time." "You're kidding." "Her breasts are enormous." "They...they are? What size does she wear?" "Oh, she can't buy ready-mades. She has to special order them; probably from some awning company." Amy laughed so that my shocked self could recognize the joke. "And she lets you suck on them?" I was dumbfounded to even be discussing such a thing. "At first she didn't want me to but I was so persistent that she finally gave in. I would lie on the couch with my head in her lap and nuzzle against them and try to get her front opened. She objected strenuously at first but gradually allowed me more and more liberties until I finally had them out playing with them and sucking on them. She grew quite accustomed to it and would immediately open her blouse when I was around and Dad was not. She was a little distraught when I went away to college because she would have no one to do that for her. That's the main reason she's coming to visit and she'll be here in a few minutes." "My god, don't we need to straighten things up a little?" "No, don't worry about that. She'll want to do all that for us as soon as she gets here." "My goodness! If my mother saw the place in this state, I would never hear the last of it." "Mom just loves picking up after me." I was no sooner introduced to her mother than the woman sauntered into the kitchen and made a pot of coffee. She served it to us and then went into Amy's bedroom where her suitcase was and changed into sweats, then proceeded to clean up the living room as though she lived there. Amy was not exaggerating about the woman's chest; each one was larger than a grapefruit and she gave an almost comical, top-heavy appearance as she scurried about, tidying up. Comical except for the fact that I couldn't stop thinking about Amy sucking on those huge titties. I grew more apprehensive as the evening wore on. Finally she seemed satisfied and sat down on the sofa. I was in the easy chair across from her. Amy came in from playing computer games and just stretched out on the couch with her head in her mother's lap. I grew even more nervous as Amy started nuzzling against the woman's huge chest. "Amy, what are you doing? Stop that. Brenda will see..." "Brenda knows all about what I do to you." "My god, Amy, why did you tell her?" "I didn't want to have to sneak around while you were here. Do you want me to take them out?" "No, we shouldn't...not in front of her. Amy, stop." "You know you want it. Maybe Brenda would like to see it. She may not even believe what I do to you." "Well, I didn't come here to prove anything to your roommate." "No, you came here to get your titties sucked and if you want 'em sucked, you better get 'em out, Mommy." "You mean that's the only way you'll do it? Why can't we wait 'til we're alone. I'll be sleeping in your room." "We're hypocrites at home because Dad's such a straight arrow but I refuse to sneak around in my own apartment. Let me unbutton you, Mommy, don't you want me to?" "Oh, Amy, if you only knew how much I wanted it but please don't embarrass me this way in front of your friend." Amy merely began rubbing her face against her mother's awesome tits and, despite her discomfort with me watching, she gradually became immersed in the pleasure of having her tits sucked and forgot her objections. The woman became more aroused and shamelessly raised her arms so Amy could pull the sweat shirt over her head to display her magnificent mounds of tantalizing titflesh, swaying back and forth in front of my mesmerized eyes. She leaned her head back over the couch as her daughter began to ravenously suck on her titties. Amy kissed them, licked them, sucked them and bit them and the mother groaned louder and louder in her tumultuous passion. She spread her arms over the back of the couch and leaned forward to offer more of her breasts to her daughter. Completely fascinated, I leaned further and further until I found myself on my hands and knees, crawling towards the end of the sofa where Mrs. Henderson moaned in rapture. I was shocked into awareness when Amy stopped and looked at me. I felt so foolish there on my hands and knees watching her as she sucked on her mother's tit. "Do you want one?" She asked me calmly. Then she said to her mother, "Mommy, move over a little and let Brenda sit on the other side." With a flashing glance of utter mortification, Mrs. Henderson complied. Amy sat up to give her room and she moved over. Her large breasts quivered all over her chest as I gazed at them in rapt fascination. "Crawl up further on the couch." Amy commanded me and I was not able to deny the need that completely dominated my mind. I eagerly slid up closer to Mrs. Henderson and engulfed a titty in my mouth. "Pull your skirt up and slip your panties down, Brenda." I was incapable of resistance. I did as she instructed, pulling my skirt up with one hand and hooking my other hand in my waistband to pull my panties down to midthigh. Enraptured by Mrs. Henderson's astounding tits, I did not resist as Amy put her hand behind my head and guided me into a prone position with my head in her mother's lap. I began to run my tongue all over her huge titty while Amy's hand strayed down to my ass. She pressed her middle finger deep into the cleft and began to rub my rosebud, driving me more and more delirious. I did not realize how sensitive my ass was to the touch of another girl's hand. My breathing was even more labored than hers or her mother's and they were breathing like quarter horses forced to run a mile. "Brenda, do you want me to spank you for sucking my momma without permission?" Amy asked quietly. "No, please don't." I had to release a lot of titty to say that. "If you do I'll let you look at her pussy." I don't know why that offer was so tempting. I had never thought about looking at a woman's pussy but I was so caught up in the depravity of the situation that it seemed perfectly appropiate for Amy to make her mother take off her sweatpants and her panties. "Will she take her sweats and panties completely off?" I hated to talk in front of the woman as though she wasn't there but she was totally oblivious to anything except her breasts being sucked. "Mommy. Mommy! Stand up so we can take your pants off." With just a touch of embarrassed reluctance, the woman slowly rose from the sofa and stood so Amy and I could pull her pants off. "Do you want my girlfriend to see your pussy?" "If she wants to, there seems to be no limits around here." "Then you need to sit back down and spread your legs wide so she can see good, okay?" Then I resumed sucking her titty but my head was above the nipple I had in my mouth so I could look down at her beckoning cunt. My hand moved towards her pussy of its own volition. Soon I was masturbating the woman while sucking furiously on her big tit. I heard a loud slap and felt an intense burning in my asscheeks, then another and another. Soon I was crying hysterically as I masturbated the mother and sucked her breasts while her daughter spanked me with a vengeance. All this combined into a crescendo of orgasmic bliss as my mind blotted out everything but the sheer intensity of my feeling. I think I was aware of groans of ecstasy coming from Mrs. Henderson and I saw Amy's eyes shut tight as she slapped my ass one final time with her other hand under her skirt. "Climb up on the couch and lean over the arm." Amy said to me. "Mommy will make your ass feel better." She declared. I could do nothing but comply and as I leaned over the arm and felt Mrs. Henderson's hot, fetid breath on my behind and then the marvelous liquid heat of her mouth and tongue as she worshipped my ass with her mouth. "I make her do this a lot but she seems to enjoy it more each time." Amy said. The rest of Mrs. Henderson's stay was spent in an uninterrupted orgy and I learned to love sucking pussy. At Amy's insistant suggestion, I even tongued her asshole and found that degrading act to be horribly humiliating and absolutely exhilerating. When Amy casually suggested that I invite my mother for a long visit, I refused, paralyzed with foreboding anxiety. Her response was to take me over her lap and wallop my backside every evening until I finally agreed to do it. At first I was only highly aroused when she took down my panties and blistered my ass but her spanking gradually became more severe until the pain far outweighed the passion, so I gave in. I called Mom at a time I knew Dad would be usually be on a business trip. She seemed jubilant that she would have something to do while Dad was away and agreed immediately. I hung up and began worrying excessively. The day before her arrival, I was cleaning the apartment from top to bottom. Amy was disgusted with me. "Why don't you save some of that work for your mother to do?" "She spanked me when I was in diapers for leaving a toy on the floor. She's not likely to have changed much since then." "I'll do the spanking around here. You just let me handle your Mom." "I hope you can. YOu don't know my mom." "Maybe not but I know a lot about her type. Ensconced in her own home with her power clearly defined as probably delegated by your dad, I'm sure she was a total tyrant. But she will be a stranger here with no rituals of behavior and not completely certain how to act. She will recognize different authority here and respond to it." Amy said with such a tone of confidence that small chills ran up my spine. The minute Mom walked in the door, Amy was very physical, hugging and squeezing and I recognized the discomfort Mom felt at being touched with such familiarity, especially by someone she hardly knew but she managed to repress her distaste and appear quite cordial. When Mom approached the sofa to sit down, Amy stopped her with a very authoritative tone. "I see seams in your stockings and that's unusual nowadays. Are you wearing a garter belt?" Mom was perplexed by such a question about her rather intimate apparel but she did respond, "No, not a belt. I...I...have straps on my..panty girdle." "Panty girdle?" Amy could not control her mirth, "I didn't think they still made such things. Pull your skirt up before you sit down so we can see what you're wearing!" "Don't be silly! I have no intention of..." "In this apartment, you will do as you're told! We don't adhere to social restrictions that interfere with normal curiosity. You better get used to it right away!" Amy barked as she moved right up in Mom's shocked and speechless face. Perplexed, Mom looked at me. "Brenda, what's doing on here?" "Shh, Mom, just do it. What does it matter? Amy gets so upset when her wishes are disregarded." I tried to ameliorate her outrage with soothing sounds, hoping Amy had not pushed her too far. Mom made a production out of lifting her skirt, so high that she exposed all of her panty girdle. I never imagined anyone would wear such an old fashioned thing. I was also highly distracted and aroused at the display of her luscious thighs, so firm and rounded that the the straps indented her soft curves. When she sat down, her skirt was high in her lap. The vision of her pretty legs made my pussy extremely moist. I was so habituated to sucking pretty girls, I had to hold the sides of my chair to keep from masturbating my yearning, throbbing pussy. With heavy breathing I waited to see what Amy would do next. "I noticed, Mrs. Abbott, that your choice of underwear sets the female gender back about fifty years." "I suppose we are now discussing my panty girdle." Mom said with a lot of contempt in her voice. I was shocked by the nerve of her speaking to Amy that way and also by her reaching her hand under her skirt to finger her panty girdle as though to empahsize what she was talking about. I had the feeling that she was somehow aroused by the curt way she was being treated. It was almost like she couldn't help touching her pussy. Amy must have reached the same conclusion for she increased the rudeness of her manner. "Why don't you stand up and hold your skirt out of the way so I can remove that constrictive garment? You'd feel a lot better if your pussy could breathe." Mom almost fainted at the mention of the most obscene word she could imagine. Her face grew crimson and she shook her head as though unable to abide such depraved speech. Then, inexplicably, she began slowly to rise while holding her skirt up provocatively around her waist. My asshole cringed at the unbelievably sexy sight, her finely formed legs, sheer hose, sexy garters, lush thighs, and the breathtaking way the panty girdle firmed her already tight tummy. Mom merely stood there looking at Amy with a look of eager expectation. It was the look of eager expectation on her face that struck me so hard. In my mind she had been unapproachable, a cold, distant, severely judgmental paragon of unrelenting virtue. I had never thought of her as having sexual feelings. But she wanted Amy to take her panties down. It was obvious on her face although she was trying valiently to appear unwilling. Her round, lush thighs were almost prancing in her nervousness as her hands clenched and unclenched her skirt, unconsciously showing more and more of her sensual panty girdle. She was a foolish, simpering, little schoolgirl, awash in her own unfathomable desires. She wanted Amy to defile her. And Amy did. She walked slowly over to her and placed her hands in the waistband of Mom's panty and started working the tightly clinging garment down over her hips. Mom tried to utter some words of protest but each sentence died and fluttered into silence. All the while she was moving her hips back and forth to help Amy get the panty off. Amy stopped when the girdle was at the fullest part of her round thighs. Mom looked more than naked standing there, holding her skirt up, with her panties at half mast. Her pussy was extraordinary. Her untrimmed pubes were very scarcely haired and her perfect, puffy lips drew attention to her mindnumbing cleft. I wanted to do nothing but kiss it. Her face was cast down and she was probably crushed in the throes of undying embarrassment as we looked at her. "Take your panty girdle and hose off," Amy told her in a measured tone, obviously making Mom relinquish the pretense that she was an unwitting participant. Mom released her skirt and bent over as she pushed her panty girdle and seamed hose down her legs and off her feet. "I suppose you young girls are simply adamant about being comfortable in your apartment," she said nervously. "Sit down on the sofa," Amy instructed. "Should I pull my skirt back up?" "If you like. You have such great legs; I'm sure you don't mind us looking at them." "Oh, no, not at all. It's just us girls, for heaven's sakes." Amy and I both sat down on either side of her. Our hands immediately moved to her gorgeous thighs. I put one hand behind her knee and drew her beautiful leg up and out while intensely rubbing the inside of her thigh with the other. Amy did the same with her other leg. Mom's breathing became erratic as her legs were drawn apart and her pussy began to expand and open, moisture started to accumulate on her lips. She was dying to be fondled and Amy and I responded by both cupping her pussy and working our fingers inside. Roommate's Mother Ch. 02 I woke up in Amy's bed and we were both naked. Mama had apparently decided the bed wasn't large enough for three to sleep in although it had been adequate for our purposes last night. I heard her moving around between my room and the bathroom. I heard faint traces of hymns she was humming. She peeked into the bedroom where I was snuggled up next to the sleeping Amy. Seeing I was awake, she came in. "You know it's Sunday, are you girls going to church?" "Oh, I don't think so, Mama, we're so tired, I think we're going to skip it this one time," I mumbled to her sleepily. She was completely dressed from the waist down, stockings, shoes, skirt, but she had a dressing gown loosely wrapped around her upper body. She looked amazingly fresh and dignified. "Well, I feel like I should go, even a strange church in a strange city. Do you know what happened to my bra? I seem to have misplaced it when I was getting ready for bed last night." Mama had this puzzled look on her face as though she had no recollection of any of the events of last night. Considering the fragile condition of her mind, I was hesitant about getting out of bed since I was completely naked. "Mama, you're so firm I think you could go without one." "Brenda! I guess it's this liberal college atmosphere that causes you to say such things about your own mother's, uh, physical attributes but I can't go to church without my bra. The preacher would think I was a fallen woman." Mama said this but her outrage did not seem to be genuine; she appeared to take my comment about her breasts as a compliment, though she was too coy to admit it. "Well, if you could give me a minute to get, umm, presentable, I'll help you find it." "Okay, I've made some toast and orange juice. I'll just go finish that. Would you like me to fix some for you and your little friend?" I was so exasperated by her state of denial that felt the need to shock her into awareness. I slid the sheet off Amy, enough to expose her lovely buttocks. "Mama, you know her name is Amy and that we are much more than friends." "Brenda," Mama blurted with a look of complete shock on her face, "you know we never discuss such things! Now I think you should get up and get dressed, it wouldn't hurt either of you to go to church with me." She hurried out of the bedroom and I put on a dressing gown and went to the sofa and found her bra stuffed down behind a cushion. I took it to her in the kitchen. She had a sheepish look on her face and her eyes were drawn to my body through my sheer clothing. Just to tease her, I stood at the counter putting butter on my toast and with my hand hidden from her, gathered my gown taut across my hips. I knew that the sheer fabric would reveal the dark valley and the protruding hemispheres of my ass. "Mama," I said innocently, "Mrs. Henderson said something about dropping by this afternoon and that would give you a chance to meet Amy's mom." "That would be nice, dear, and I called your father this morning and told him I was going to stay a few days more so I'll be here, that is, if you don't mind." "Of course not, I think you'll like Mrs. Henderson and if she stays the night, you might end up sleeping with her." "That'll be nice, dear, I'm sure we'll get along just fine," Mama said as though she had no concept about what people did when in the same bed. And with that, she went back into my bedroom, finished dressing and left for church. Amy and I were up watching a movie on a cable channel when Mrs. Henderson arrived while Mom was still at church. The woman came in all tense and aflutter like she had a series of serious, unmet needs. She sat down on the sofa on the other side of Amy and began to touch her daughter all over her neck and shoulders, urging her to lay down with her head in her lap. Once she had her daughter in position, her hands began to flicker around her huge tits as though waiting for someone to suggest that she take them out. I was stuck with Amy's legs stretched across my lap but made the best of it by pulling her dressing gown apart to expose her pretty thighs. Mrs. Henderson's eyes darted back and forth between her daughter's lovely legs and her pretty face. I decided to resolve her difficulty. "Amy's a little tense this morning. Why don't you open your top and let her suck a little titty to calm her down?" "That's a good idea. Are you sure you don't mind if I, uh, expose myself like that in front of you?" "Mrs. Henderson, I've seen your big titties before and they are very nice. I certainly don't mind looking at them." When she had taken them out and Amy was hungrily sucking, I slid out from under her legs and then bent over to adjust her gown to where her pussy was revealed to her mother's lusty eyes. Then I walked around behind the sofa and behind Mrs. Henderson's head. She uttered a soft moan as I opened my own gown and pressed my bare cunt against the back of her head. She began to bob her head, pressing back and forth against my rapidly moistening pussy. I could see the glistening moisture on her hair when she moved forward. Her hand moved over to slide between her daughter's thighs and she began to pump her quite vigorously. My pussy was getting so hot I needed a lot more. I threw my leg up on the back of the sofa, grabbed Mrs. Henderson's face and twisted her around to where her mouth could reach my rapidly swelling cunt. With a loud gasp, she plunged her face into me and started sucking my pussy voraciously. My passion was building so fast that I started convulsing against her sucking face; way too far gone to stop when I saw Mama come through the front door. There's not much a daughter can say when caught so blatantly riding the face of another woman. I was busy trying to stifle the moans of pleasure as much as I could. Stunned disbelief in Mama's face was quickly replaced by signs of growing arousal as she moved slowly towards us, fidgeting with her skirt and nervously drawing it up, allowing it to flutter about her thighs. She was well aware that her round thighs were her most compelling feature and seemed to be unconsciously displaying the enticing flesh above her sheer black stockings. Knowing how she had acted last night yet able to wholeheartedly adopt her 'church lady' persona this morning, I was worried about the extent she was able to compartmentalize her emotions. Perhaps that was the first phase of a developing multiple personality disorder and part of me was feeling aching regret at my part in bringing that about. The other part of me was responding with red blooded enthusiasm at the sight of her gorgeous, sexy thighs. Now while Mrs. Henderson had been busy sucking my pussy, Amy had abandoned her avid efforts at her mother's huge tits and slid off the couch to work her face in between her mother's legs. As Mama advanced, I noticed she was not looking at me; she was mesmerized by the size of Mrs. Henderson's large breasts. Her eyes were riveted to the quivering globes and her mouth was almost slavering as she approached to stand beside me. Her hands moved sown nervously to grasp Mrs. Henderson's huge mounds as she tried to avert her eyes and thereby divert my notice of what she was doing, feeling up a woman's tits. "Take your skirt off, Mother, and join us," I said because I recognized, somewhat subconsciously, exactly what she wanted to do- trade upon the appeal of her pretty thighs as her ticket to the ball and her access to the other woman's huge tits! My comment caused Amy to realize that Mama had returned and she looked up from her cuntsucking to smile. Mama was embarrassed by the attention she received but that didn't restrain her from unzipping her skirt to let it slide off her hips. There she stood in her provocative state of dishabille with her gorgeous thighs displayed while she fondled Mrs. Henderson's colossal mounds. Mrs. Henderson was busy trying to slurp up the last drops of my cuntjuice and Amy just smiled at the lusts unleashed in two recently sedate and dignified women. Amy was much better than I at appealing to a woman's particular vanities and she said, "Mrs. Abbott, why don't you bring your luscious thighs over and sit on the sofa so I can fondle them? You can squeeze Mom's titties and share Brenda's juicy cunt with her and maybe cause her to release a little more cream." Like a puppet, Mama complied. She was soon nuzzling her way between my thighs, causing Mrs. Henderson to relinquish part of her territory. She spread her legs and Amy was delighted that her girdle only extended down to the bottom of her hips and changed into straps to hold up her nylons. There was nothing covering her cunt and Amy draped one of Mama's legs over her mother's and began to alternate kissing first one pussy, then the other. Both mothers had their tongues rubbing together, completely extended into my pussy in the efforts to devour every drop of cuntjuice. I was working on my third orgasm in the attempt to satiate two avid, hungry mouths. Amy was leisurely slurping the flowing juices of two hot cunts. I swung my leg over Mama and put my foot down between the two women. Mama's tongue was extricated from my pussy but she seemed content to push it deep into my asshole. Both women moved at least one hand to fondle my ankle and calf. With both tongues working I soon moved to a level of delirious ecstasy. After my forth orgasm, I had to withdraw. The mothers did not miss a beat, merely transferred their attentions to each other and began to delve deeply into each other's mouths in search of any stray juices. I went around to collapse on the couch; idly fondling Mama's other thigh which I pulled into my lap. Recovering after awhile, I noticed Amy was sprawled on the floor, apparently in a coma. With no one sucking her, Mama had moved around to assault Mrs. Henderson's great tits. I moved up to mount Mama and tried to work her girdle enough out of the way that I could rub my suddenly aroused clit into her asshole. I was mostly frustrated but humping against her upturned ass was so exhilarating that I continued the fruitless endeavor. Amy returned to consciousness and recognized the futility of my efforts. She went into the bedroom and brought out a strap on with a very slender dildo and made me stop humping my mother's ass long enough to put it on me. Then, as I remounted Mama, Amy guided the slender dork between my mother's spread cheeks and into her rosebud. Mama screamed in vehement rapture as I slowly slid the dildo deep inside her rectum. She was soon trying to engorge a tit as big as her head into her mouth while I humped her asshole in an escalating rhythm. Almost spitefully, I pushed the back of her head, pressing her face deep into Mrs. Henderson's tit. Amy was just grinning mirthfully at the lewd antics of her friend and our mothers. She had four fingers embedded in her mother's cunt and was seeking the fist the woman. Mrs. Henderson was groaning in her own delirium from Mama's ravenous mouth and her daughter's unrelenting effort to push her fist into her needy pussy. Tantamount to our consuming orgasms, our passions gradually subsided and we four drifted in and out of a long period of rest. For a considerable time, three of us labored to work Mama out of her girdle and strip her as naked as the rest of us. When she was finally extricated, Mama grew quite amorous and began to fondle the dildo I still had attached. She grew so excited that she even moved down and started to suck the thing like it was undeniably desirable. It felt strange to me to be fucking the mouth of my mother but the sensations were assiduous and I couldn't help myself. Soon she moved down to the carpet and knelt with her face against the floor. Recognizing what she wanted, I moved to my knees behind her and easily guided the dildo back into her asshole. Mrs. Henderson became aroused and moved to sit in front of Mama with her legs spread wide. Mama seized her thighs and pulled her pussy to her face and began sucking with undisguised greed. Not to be left out, Amy stood astraddle Mama's head and pushed her cunt into her mother's face. Mrs. Henderson never missed an opportunity to delve as deep as she could into her daughter's delicious cunt. Mama stayed almost a week with us and our schoolwork began to suffer as we seldom did anything but ravage her into the wee hours of the night. I never ceased to be amazed at how she managed every morning to be completely oblivious to the previous night's transgressions. Either Amy or I had to gradually work her up to a point of participation but it was never difficult to do. But no matter how extensive her participation with me or how degrading the things that Amy made her do, she never seemed to suffer a twinge of conscience the following morning. She would begin each morning just as haughty and uptight as if a pussy had never sullied her pristine lips. It was almost ludicrous to listen to her lectures every morning on the evils of sin and be drawn into mutual cuntsucking and assfucking with her every night. I was really beginning to worry about her mental stability. Mrs. Henderson managed to visit once during that week and Mama was much more easily provoked into promiscuity by her large breasts. She could barely keep her hands off of them while we went through the motions of more socially acceptable behavior prior to out inevitable lapse into insatiable lesbian lust. Mama even managed to strap on the dildo and cornhole Mrs. Henderson until the woman had to beg her to stop because her poor asshole was becoming enflamed by the constant friction. Mama assuaged her desire by straddling Mrs. Henderson's waist and fucking her titties with the dildo. Amy exacted some retribution for Mama's unappeasable acts by spanking me over her lap quite soundly with a hairbrush during all this time. I don't believe Mrs. Henderson was altogether diffident to Mama's efforts because I saw her several times greedily sucking on Mama's dildo as it plunged between her tits towards her face. All good things must come to an end and eventually Mama was no longer able to withstand Daddy's demands that she return home. He was perplexed by her refusals and growing extremely tired of providing for his own needs. Even though she was ensconced in her good wife persona the morning she left, she knelt down and separated my wrapper and avidly kissed my pussy the morning she took her leave. I wondered about our relationship when I returned home during the times between semesters. Amy, along with frequent visits from her mother, managed to keep my sexual needs sated until the Christmas break between semesters and I was quite anxious to get home and see how Mama was faring. They both were there to pick me up at the airport and Mama was truly her old self again. "Brenda, I do not approve of you wearing such clothing," she said, obviously referring to my short shorts and tank top. I was a little surprised at her complete lapse into her old persona. "But everyone dresses casual for plane rides." I looked at Dad for some support and got only a look of sympathy and the rolled eyes as if to say- you know how your mother is. "I'm sure that people can dress casually and quite comfortably without displaying themselves like a tart walking the streets. In the future I'd appreciate it if you'd at least show some common decency when you're at home." After that little castigation, the ride the rest of the way was strained and mostly silent. "Your father has decided that a visit from his only child is not important enough to pass up a game of golf so he's going to be gone until late tonight." "Now Brenda, this foursome involves the president of the company and several big clients. I could hardly refuse and you'll be home for several weeks..." "It's perfectly all right, Dad, I understand," then I added, "don't worry about the spin Mama puts on things." A look of relief appeared on his face but Mama glared at me like I'd wiped my feet on the flag. After helping with my luggage, Dad excused himself and left for the golf course. Mama saw him off and then rushed back to me in the kitchen where I was fixing myself a sandwich. "Take 'em off and let me see it!" she exclaimed, breathlessly. "My shorts?" I was slightly stunned by the instant change in her, trying to balance a sandwich on a saucer in one hand, a glass of milk in the other. She didn't wait for me to set anything down, just rushed over and dropped to her knees and started unbuttoning my shorts. Quickly she slid them down along with my panties. "Spread your legs, honey, let me suck it!" Of course I let her suck my pussy. Gradually I backed up to the table with her able to maintain constant contact. She was making frantic, slurping laps from my asshole to my clit. I was getting thoroughly enflamed but managed to set my stuff down and kick the shorts off one leg to spread myself wider. I was soon racked with orgasmic spasms, letting down loads of girljuice which she was swallowing with avid relish. After a short period of cooling off, Mama said, "I bought a strap on, from the internet. I need to bend over for you and let you do my asshole. I need it so bad." "Mama, we've got to find you a ladyfriend. You're not going to be able to make it from one semester break to the next." Roommate's Mother "Oh, you girls, what are you doing? You can't...I can't... Oh! Oh! Oh!" Her body became momentarily rigid and then she collapsed and mewed contentedly as she rubbed the tops of our hands covering her pussy. She was mumbling to herself, "Glorious, glorious, that was simply glorious." Then her contented mood was replaced by a look of stark amazement that masked a semblance of devious delight as Amy asked, "Do you like to suck young girls' pussies?"