21 comments/ 245908 views/ 14 favorites You Can't be Serious By: Colleen Thomas Del stared across the coffee table and fought to keep her anger in check. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly, trying desperately not to let the anger come boiling out. Francis squirmed on the sofa, her large, expressive blue eyes showing her confusion and fear. "You did what?" Del asked, hearing the anger in her voice and berating herself for letting it show through. "I asked your mother if she would like to stay with us," her lover of five years whispered. "Fuck me running," Del said as she put her face in her hands and massaged her eyes. She could feel a headache coming, one of the nasty ones. "I'm sorry Del, I didn't think..." "No! You didn't think!" the lanky butch exploded. She immediately felt like a complete heel, as the voluptuous little blonde cringed. Before Del met her, Francis had been involved with a string of abusive lovers, both male and female. She was really gay, Del knew it for sure, but more than even her orientation, she was a slave to her low self-esteem and negligible self worth. Her first husband had thoroughly beaten her down and the string of partners, after he dumped her, had only served to cement the idea in her mind that she was worthless. Del had spent five years rebuilding the girl's shattered self-image, but the little blonde still couldn't say no. "I'm sorry, baby," Del said, moving to the sofa and hugging Fran gently. "I didn't mean to...I mean, I didn't know..." she whimpered pitifully. "I know baby, it's my fault. I never talked to you about my mom. You had no way of knowing," Del said gently. "I just thought you would like to see her," Francis whined and Del resisted the urge to yell at her again. In her most reasonable voice she started. "No. My mother called, imperiously told you she was going to be staying with us, and you just couldn't tell her, no," the butch said. "How did you know?" "Because I know you and I know my mother. Why is she coming to New York and how long is she staying?" Del asked, suddenly very tired. "She is coming to work on some building and said she was staying for about a month," Francis replied, the smile returning to her face and the almost ever-present happiness to her voice. Part of the reason Del loved her so, was her inexhaustible good cheer, but she recognized this for what it was. "Don't play dumb blonde with me Fran, I've warned you about that before," Del said seriously. "I'm sorry Del," she said contritely. "And stop fucking apologizing!" Del yelled, her temper getting the better of her again. "I'm sorry," she whined. Del couldn't take any more. She stood, swiftly leaving the living room, stalked down the hall, and locked the bedroom door behind her. Del growled in frustration when she heard Fran following her. She moved swiftly to the bathroom and slammed the door, but even then she could hear Fran's voice, wheedling and begging at the bedroom door. The tall butch sat on the commode and held her head in her hands, massaging her temples. She sighed heavily and turned on the taps in the tub. It was more to drown out Fran, than because she really wanted a bath, and she barely noticed as the tub slowly filled. Standing back up she stripped off the black blouse and undid the front closure on her tiny black bra. She didn't bother pulling it off her shoulders, but instead undid the button on her black jeans and pulled the zipper down while kicking off one of her boots. She kicked off the other as she wiggled out of the jeans and black bikini briefs. She stepped out of the pants and as she stood back up shrugged out of the small bra. Her movements were purposeful and efficient, devoid of wasted motion. She stepped gingerly into the tub and eased her lanky frame into the steaming water. Del turned off the taps, and was immediately aware of the silence; apparently Fran had given up. She inhaled deeply of the steam and let the nearly scalding water relax her. Del would never hit her lover, but there were times when she had to fight the urge. Not that she had ever struck any of her lovers, but Fran sometimes made her want to. Del knew that it was learned, a conditioned response from her; she attempted subconsciously to give Del an excuse to smack her around. Dr. Hattingley called it a defense mechanism of sorts, whereby Fran pushed her lover to hit her and could therefore say to herself she deserved it. In some twisted psychological way it allowed the small woman to feel she was in control of the situation. The doc had warned Del she must never give in to it. Each time Frannie tried it, if she didn't get the response she was looking for, the urge to resort to it would diminish. "Easy for you to say," Del snorted. She loved the small woman, had shared so much of herself with her, and now Fran knew exactly which buttons to push. The most infuriating, from Del's point of view, was the dumb blonde routine. Fran was brilliant, deep, and thoughtful. She could easily be anything she put her mind to, while Del had struggled mightily just to get her GED. She wasn't dumb, but lacked book learning and the patience required to acquire it. Frannie could read something once and repeat it almost verbatim a week later. Del was touchy about her own ignorance, and seeing Fran play dumb for effect often sent her into a rage. Del soaped up her long legs and pushed the small blonde and her irritating habits from her mind. She had much bigger problems now than Fran's insecurities. Her mother was coming and that could only lead to trouble. Big trouble. Del and her mother, Carmen, got along about as well as a pair of male Betas in a coffee cup would. They butted heads on nearly everything. It wasn't that she disliked her mom, in fact she loved her very much, but when she left home they seemed to have an understanding of sorts. Until Carmen divorced Del's dad, married an Italian national named Guiseppi Primo and moved to Milan, they enjoyed having lunch every Friday. They both loved one another, loved each other's company, but seemed to realize they could only handle each other in very small doses. Del was a top and her mother was very domineering. When they were together for too long always ended in what her retiring father called the feminine equivalent of an 'I've got a bigger dick' contest. Del tended to agree, especially as she had gotten older and come to realize she was gay. She and her mom fought like a pair of bull dykes in a bar full of femmes and now Carmen was coming to stay with them for a month. The water was tepid when Del finished her bath and got out of the tub. Her anger nearly spent, she opened the door to the bedroom as she toweled off. She was turning back the covers on their California king bed when Fran peeped around the corner of the door-frame. "Can I come in now?" She asked in a stage whisper. "Yeah babe, come on in." "You're not mad at me anymore?" She asked as she hesitantly stepped into the room. "No. It wasn't your fault. The only one I know who can tell my mom 'no' is me. I had no right to expect you to. Even Dad couldn't," Del said as she sat on the bed. "I really thought you loved your Mom. I wasn't playing dumb. Honestly, I had no idea you would be upset," Fran said as she sat daintily on the bed. Del looked at her closely, but the big eyes were open and earnest. Maybe she hadn't been playing dumb. Maybe she was finally starting to break that habit. Del hoped so, she felt a lot better knowing that in this case Fran probably was telling the truth. "I love my Mom, baby, I really do. It will be great to see her, but we don't get along too well in the same space. You had no way of knowing. I really should have been mad at her, because she does know better." "Maybe she is hoping to change all that," Fran said hopefully. "And maybe you plan on buckling on my strap-on and fucking me senseless tonight?" Del responded. She laughed when Fran's eyes got big and a blush rose to her cherubic cheeks. Del leaned up, wrapped her arms around Fran and pulled the small woman down next to her. "Tigers don't change their stripes, babe," she commented before kissing her forehead. "So your Mom is a butch?" Fran asked in a subdued voice and Del burst out laughing. "Not that I am aware of. She's just very domineering," Del said as her fingers tenderly caressed the skin of Fran's shoulder. "Oh," she replied, sounding disappointed. "Why? You got a thing for my mom?" Del asked playfully. "Well, she is really pretty, at least from the pictures I've seen," Fran said. "Jeezus, Frannie, are you telling me you've got the hots for my mom?" "No, well, maybe a little. You have to admit she's hot," Fran said carefully. "I never looked," Del said, rolling over on top of Fran and nibbling her neck. "Well, she is," the little blonde giggled as she tangled her hands in Del's short black hair. "Whatever," Del said, licking up the satiny skin of Fran's neck towards her ear. "Don't whatever me, Delana! Your mom is dreamy and I would love to have her between my legs," Fran said. Del rolled over on her back and snorted. Fran got up and went into the bathroom to take her own shower and get ready for bed. Del reached over into the drawer of her night stand and got her harness out. Fran would be wanting her night-night fuck when she got out. To Del's well ordered mind it was still a very strange thing. To her it would make more sense to take a shower after sex, which Fran religiously did, but she was just as anal about taking one before sex too. The two or three times Del had been so horny she couldn't wait, the sex had sucked. Fran had been totally unresponsive and stiff as a board the whole time. Del now simply accepted the pre-sex showers as a matter of course. Her harness was black and made of a stretchy material that she could tighten or loosen by pulling tabs at her hips. The dildo was black also, but she had several in the drawer to choose from. This one was just the one she usually wore because it was pretty average sized and sex with it was comfortable. The strap that ran between her legs was open so she could still receive oral or manual stimulation from her smaller partner. It took her less than a minute to put it on and she lay back down. She was listening to the water running when her mind drifted back to their earlier conversation. Is mom really hot? She asked herself. She wrinkled her nose as she thought about it. I guess she is pretty hot, I just never thought about it, she admitted silently. Not that the admission made thinking of her mom having sex any less weird, but Carmen was only forty-four and probably just hitting her sexual prime. Obviously she was still sexually active or that horn dog Guiseppe would have had no interest in her. Still, thinking about her mom having sex gave her the willies and she put it out of her mind. Fran came out of the bathroom, her body all rosy and steaming. She crawled right onto the bed, and between Del's thighs, before straddling her body as they kissed. Del felt the dildo rub against her mound as Fran grasped it. The little blonde was obviously not in the mood for foreplay tonight as she lined it up and slowly sank onto it. She sat up and began to rock her hips, riding the toy and forcing it against Del's pussy. "What's gotten into you?" Del asked as her hands went to her lover's hips and tried to control her rocking. "Mmmmmm, I was playing with myself in the shower, fantasizing about your mom," Fran said with a giggle. "Come on baby, lay off, that's not funny," Del said. "Yes it is. You blush and your nose wrinkles. I've never seen you blush before," the blonde said as she caught her heavy breasts in her hands and began to roughly knead them. "Yeah, well how would you like it if I was telling you how I'd like to bang your mom?" Del asked. "Fine by me, would probably be the first time in her life she ever got properly fucked," Frannie said. Her voice was kind of dreamy and Del knew she was losing her already. "No fucking fair, you know I hate that bitch," Del grunted. She wasn't really into this and yet she was beginning to get excited. Sex every night, like clock work wasn't really her thing. She preferred some spontaneity and a lot of foreplay and teasing. These right-before-bedtime sessions were however, necessary and she did enjoy making Fran cum. Fran suffered from night terrors and for a long time had woken screaming for nights on end. One night during a particularly nasty and long running bout Del had decided to try to totally exhaust her with sex to see if she could sleep. It had worked and Fran had latched onto it like a safety line. At first Del had considered it silly, but over time she had discovered that it worked. Fran's shrink called it psychosomatic, but neither she nor Del cared what it was called. As long as it let Fran sleep without nightmares Del was happy to do it. They had also discovered it didn't take a marathon session, just as long as she had a good orgasm before they went to bed, she slept fine. Sometimes they would make love rather than just fuck, but most weekdays were like tonight, just a quickie to ensure she slept well. Del didn't mind the fact that part of her role in life was sex-toy-stand-in, but it did make sex rather unsatisfying for her. That was counterbalanced by the fact that they normally had sex several times a day on the weekends and at least twice a day most others. Fran was nearly insatiable and Del was almost as bad. Tonight, though, watching the black dildo sliding in and out of her pink lips, while she was teasing about her mom, was getting Del hot. "You know she has great tits," Fran said in a husky bedroom voice. "Who? Your mom?" Del responded. "No silly, your mom." "Not as nice as yours," Del responded, moving her hands up to cover Fran's breasts. She really wished Fran would change the subject or just shut up. Her mom's tits shouldn't be a topic of conversation ever, but definitely not while they were making it. "Is she as athletic as you?" Fran moaned. Her eyes were tightly closed and her hand was now stroking her clit as she rode harder on the black dildo. "God damnit Fran, are you fantasizing about fucking my mom?" Del yelled. "Yes," the little blonde responded, drawing the final sound out into a sibilant hiss. Del wanted to be hurt or angry or at least put out, but she wasn't. Fran was obviously close to orgasm and she looked so sexy with that euphoric expression on her soft features. Del started to work her hips, driving the dildo into Fran's wet pussy and pinching her nipples. Del pinched pretty hard because Fran didn't have a lot of sensation in them. "Ohhhh, yes! Yes! Yes Carmen! Yes!" Frannie moaned as she came. The little blonde collapsed onto her lover and Del's arms went around her; it was an automatic response. Del was in shock at what she had just heard. They had shared their fantasies before, Fran knew all about Del's secret desire to be topped once by her friend Shelly, and she knew all about Fran's favorite fantasy of having two girls at once, but this was different. Fran seemed unaware of it and eventually took another shower before curling up next to Del and falling asleep. Sleep was long in coming to the lithe butch. You Can't be Serious "Is it hard?" She finally asked. "It's no picnic. You're gonna lose some of your high-brow, jet setting friends. If it gets out, your business may suffer too. Do you just think or do you know? I mean have you..." Del asked, coloring furiously. "Yes, I've had sex with other women. In fact, since I broke it off with Giuseppe, I have been pretty girl crazy and none to discreet I'm afraid," Carmen explained with a self-mocking smile. "You never have been discreet, Ma," Del said, a ghost of a smile playing at her thin lips. "No, I suppose I haven't, however I'm going to have to learn. On the continent such things hardly matter, but here in the states..." "Yeah, it can still be pretty harsh," Del finished for her. "That's why I came to you, Audra," she said, using Del's given name. "I don't know where to go, how to meet other women, and above all how to be discreet. I was hoping you could teach me," "Oh Shit," Del laughed. "You came here so I could teach you how to pick up chicks?" "I haven't gotten any in over two months and I'm going insane. Even your unfeminine ass is starting to look good," her mother said with a laugh. "Thanks a lot," the tall girl said, still laughing. "Seriously sweetheart, I am nearly at the end of my rope." Del smiled, shook her head and rose to start a fresh pot of coffee. "You've got it bad. I can tell," she called over her shoulder. "Is this normal?" Her mother called back. "What, being cunt crazy? I guess so," Del replied. "Were you like this?" Carmen asked hesitantly when her daughter returned to the table. Del could tell her mom was serious, but also embarrassed. She decided that she would just be bluntly honest, this was the first time in her life she had ever sat down with her mom and been treated like an equal and she found it made her feel closer to her mother than she had in many years. "Do you remember Suzy Halverton?" "That cute little redhead who lived next door when we lived in the Bronx?" "Yeah, that's the one. I was hitting that pussy every day after school for two months or more," "My god, Del, you were still in high school!" "And I was failing eleventh grade for the third time and it was her fourth. The bitch had bigger tits than you did, Ma. Surely you don't think we were really over there studying, considering our grades," Del said with an ironic smirk. "She did have a nice rack, come to think of it," her mother said with a speculative grin. "They were pretty awesome. We were both nineteen by then. She dropped out after she failed again and got a job as a stripper over at Piscante's. That was the year I went to work for Bell Atlantic. She made more in her first three months than I did my first two years. Still makes killer money, as a matter of fact." "Maybe you can take me to a club where she's performing one evening," Carmen said. "I thought you wanted to be discreet," Del chided. "I do, but at the same time I don't give a fuck, I just gotta get laid," her mother said earnestly. "Well, forget about Suze then. She would do ya in a heartbeat, the little nympho, but she can't keep her mouth shut. There are some upscale places we can go where you might meet a discreet girl, but it's gonna take some time. The discreet ones aren't going to jump in the sack with you at first meeting. I might even know of a couple of girls I could introduce you to. I'm guessing you're a top?" "Yes. I need a girl like Fran. A hot little bitch who is ready to go right now," Her mother said. Del forced a laugh and fixed them both more coffee. "She's usually ready to go," Del admitted. "And hot too, god I'd love to have that hot little body wiggling underneath me," her mother said wistfully. "I'm sure she would love it too." "I wish, but I am far too old for a girl like her," Carmen said dismissively. "Not in her mind," Del said hesitantly. Her mother looked at her and arched an eyebrow. Del looked down into her coffee cup and wished the conversation wouldn't have gone this direction so soon. "What do you mean?" "Well, Fran has a thing for you, Ma." "You're joking?" "No, I'm serious. The night she told me you were coming we had sex and when she came she called out your name," Del said hesitantly. "Oh my god, baby. I am so sorry," her mother said, taking her hand. Del looked up, but saw no mocking in her mother's eyes. The vein in Carmen's forehead that stood out when she was really upset was also pulsing and Del was reassured. Her mother had no idea, and it really helped with what was coming, because if she had been playing up to Fran intentionally this last week Del would have been very hurt. "Don't be, you're an attractive woman and she is a major bottom. Your 'take charge' attitude just really gets her purring." "You're not upset?" Her mother asked, now sounding genuinely puzzled. "Yeah, I'm a little upset. I mean, no one wants their girl dreaming about making it with someone else, ya know? But I love her and I have been trying so hard these last couple of years to get her self-confidence up. She really wants to fuck you, and I am pretty sure she is going to make a play for you, which is why I was in such a bitchy mood last night." "I don't blame you, I'd be pissed if my lover was planning on betraying me too," her mother said. The tone was flat and Del could hear the anger in it. "It's not like that ma. Frannie and I have an open relationship of sorts. I can't keep up with her. She's a sexual freak! I mean, she sometime wants it five, six, seven times a day. I love sex as much as the next girl, but there are a lot of times I just don't have it in me. She's so sweet and she takes it well when I can't or just don't want too, but sometimes I don't feel like it for days at a time and she suffers," Del said, sipping at her coffee and looking down. Carmen said nothing and when the silence became awkward she plowed on. "Last year, when the migraines started, I got to the point where I didn't want sex at all. Until the docs got me on this new drug I was just in pain too often to want it. The drug I was on had a side effect that killed my sex drive. It nearly tore our relationship apart. So much of Frannie's self esteem was tied up in her desirability as a sex partner, and I was destroying it more and more every time I begged off her sexual advances," Del continued. Her mother rose this time and refilled their coffee mugs, allowing Del time to gather her thoughts. They really didn't need refilling, but her mom always seemed to know when she needed time to think things out before she spoke. She was like most moms that way. When Carmen sat back down she smiled encouragingly and Del continued. "So anyway, I have a lot of single friends. A couple of them are real close to me and when I told them about it one night when we were out getting roaring drunk, they both volunteered to come over and take up my slack. It was a joke at first, but the more I thought about it the more I came to realize it might be the only chance I had to keep Fran. So I brought Megan over one night, made myself scarce, and let her seduce my girl," Del said, her voice breaking. "That must have been difficult, Audra," Carmen said in a soothing voice. "Difficult? It was the hardest fucking thing I ever did in my life," Del said miserably. She took a swallow of coffee and shook her head slightly, as if reliving a bad dream and then went on. "But it worked. I started staying at work late on Fridays and Meg or Johanna would come over and fuck Frannie's brains out. When the docs finally got me off of that shit and on this new drug my sex drive came back and everything was great. Meg or Jo still come over occasionally to keep her company when I'm away on a job. They're good friends and never mention it or razz me. Frannie never says a word about it, except to occasionally tell me I'm so much better in bed than either of them. It wasn't the best solution, but it kept our relationship strong, so I could live with it," Del finished. "You must love her a great deal," Carmen said. "I do, and that's the real problem. She has finally gotten the nerve up to go after something she wants and has the confidence that she is attractive enough to get it. And I want her to get it. I want her to feel good about herself for a change. Hell, if it was any of my other friends I'd be fucking ecstatic. Why am I so fucking cursed? The one person on the face of the earth she gets a case of wet panties for and decides to do something about it, and it has to be my fucking mom," Del cried. "Well, I need to get laid, but I'm not going to do that to you," Carmen said. Del recognized the tone of voice, there was a finality in it that was absolute. Nothing the little blonde said or did would get her anywhere with Carmen now. "Ya can't do that, Ma." 'The hell I can't!" Carmen exploded. She opened her mouth to launch into a tirade against Fran, but the terrified look on her daughter's face stopped her cold. "You've been flirting with her for a week. I know you didn't know any of this was going on, but you've been leading her on. I know to you it was just harmless flirting, but to her it was serious. I told her she was nuts, that you were straight, but she said I was wrong. She said she just knew you were gay and damned if she wasn't right. Normally I'm the one who can tell, but I guess with you I just didn't want to see it. If she makes a play for you now and you turn her down she'll be devastated. I'll have to start all over again building her back up and frankly, I just don't have it in me." "But what can I do?" Carmen asked, holding her hands out. "Fuck her good," Del said resignedly. "If you love me, that's what you're going to have to do." "Bullshit, I can just go. I'll say I got called away suddenly on business," Carmen said. She was looking around wildly, like a trapped animal. Or like she expected Fran to come in wearing come-fuck-me-pumps and nothing else, Del thought wryly. "You don't understand her. You just up and disappear, no matter the reason, she'll think it was her. Don't ask me to explain it. I can't. I just know how she is." "I can't do this Del," her mother said gently. "Sure you can, Ma. You know you want to. You as much as said it." "That was hypothetical," Carmen snapped. "Don't start with the big words please. I know you didn't ask for this, but if you had talked to me rather than ambushing Fran I would have said you couldn't stay. You knew that. So you're partially to blame for it all," Del said and Carmen sighed deeply. "You've already made up your mind that this is how it has to be, haven't you?" "It isn't my mind I'm worried about. It's hers. I don't want to spend my entire life propping up an emotional cripple," Del said tiredly. "And this is going to change that, how?" Carmen asked defiantly. Del sighed and bit her lip while she tried to think of a way to explain. For the millionth time she cursed her limited vocabulary. "It's like raising a kid, Ma. You want to protect 'em and nurture 'em and see 'em grow, but eventually you have to let 'em spread their wings and really grow. Grow past your control. When I met Fran she was a baby, totally dependant on whoever she was with. Now she has grown to the point where she wants to leave the nest. I have to let her go. We aren't talking about raising a kid, we're talking about raising the woman I want to be my life mate and I want a woman, not a child. I knew it would come to this, I just expected it to be someone else." "And if I refuse?" Carmen asked sternly. "Then you condemn me to starting over again," Del sadly replied. "Audra, can't you see I can't do this? I would feel like I was betraying you, my own daughter. I can't do that," Carmen said. Her face was drawn and she was obviously distraught. Del was on the verge of breaking down when an idea occurred to her. It was crazy and beyond kinky, but looking at her mother she thought it just might work. You Can't be Serious You Can't be Serious Del hadn't expected her mother to use such an aggressive dildo and she wasn't sure there was enough room in Fran's body for more, but she planned on finding out. Fran was moaning constantly and grunting. She didn't even seem to notice when Del pried her ass cheeks apart. The little blonde gasped and wiggled back on her finger when Del pressed it against her rose bud, slowly working some of the lube in. Her finger sank into the tight orifice and she felt Fran's inner muscles clamp down on it. Del was surprised when she realized she could feel the huge rainbow cock pounding into Fran's pussy. Del looked over the blonde's shoulder and nodded to her mother. Carmen wound her arms around Fran's shoulders, pulling the smaller girl tightly to her body and stopped moving her hips. Fran whimpered piteously and continued to work her own hips until Del got a good hold and forced them down. "What?" Fran questioned, her lust glazed eyes showing no comprehension. Del brought the tip of her dildo to Fran's puckered anus and it suddenly dawned on her what was happening. "Del! No!" She cried, suddenly struggling. Carmen held her tightly and Del grimly pressed forwards with her hips, watching the tip penetrate the tight ring of muscle. "No!" Fran shrieked while plunging wildly. Del pulled back completely and lay across her back, whispering soothingly into her ear. "Shhhh, baby. Shhhh. Calm down honey. If you really don't want to try, we won't," the lanky butch whispered. Fran calmed slowly and eventually relaxed, the tension melting from her body. "I do want to try, but please be gentle," Fran whispered back. "Have I ever been anything but?" Del asked in a hurt voice. "No, but I've only done anal once and...he really hurt me," she replied. Del nodded and brushed the tear from her cheek. "You know I'll never hurt you baby, just say the word and I'll stop," the tall girl said reassuringly. Del straightened back up and parted Fran's cheeks again. She squeezed out a dollop of the lube and gently reinserted her finger, forcing it in deeply and pushing in as much of the clear gel as she could. Del then added more to the dildo and carefully brought it to Fran's rosebud. She tensed instantly, but Del didn't press forward, she just held it there. Carmen gently began to move her hips and Fran moaned. As Fran relaxed and got back into the big dildo reaming her pussy, Del caught her hips and pressed in with her own. The long anal probe slipped easily into Fran's ass at first, but as it got wider Fran tensed again. "Slow," the blonde hissed. Del nodded and stroked her back before pressing in again. She watched the muscles under the skin of Fran's ass and thighs quivering as more and more of the pink probe disappeared into her depths. It caught Del off guard when her hips gently bumped her lover's upturned ass and she realized she was all the way in. "In," she announced. "How does it feel tesoro?" Carmen asked in a breathy whisper. "I feel so full...so good," Fran replied. Carmen smiled and began to work her hips again. She drew her legs up to get more purchase and was soon thrusting in and out with little effort. Del just held still, letting Fran's natural motion draw her minutely onto and off her cock. When she felt sure she had the timing right, she pulled back and then thrust forward as Fran rode down on Carmen's cock. "God!" she yelped, but didn't struggle and soon Del was driving the long thin cock deeply into her lover's ass. Fran came soon, crying out in pleasure as her body quivered, but neither of the two women slowed. Another orgasm rocked her voluptuous frame and another and another. The next one was massive, producing no cries of joy, but instead a kind of gurgling, cooing sound that was indescribable. Del decided she had had enough and pulled out. Carmen rolled over, trapping the small blonde under her and began to vigorously fuck her. Del turned her back to them, sat on the edge of the bed and lit a cigarette. The bed was bouncing wildly and the noises coming from the pair were extraordinary, but Del adamantly refused to turn and look. Anyone but her mom and she would have, but she just couldn't make herself watch that. Her mother's shout of joy was mingled with Fran's scream and slowly the movements behind her ceased. "How bout lighting me one?" Her mom asked. Del lit one and passed it back. "When did you take up smoking, Ma?" Del asked, still looking out the window. "About the same time I took up eating pussy," Carmen responded. Del nodded and said no more.