8 comments/ 369784 views/ 152 favorites Kitty's Mom By: johnnieblue44 I probably should have expected something like this. After all, I was a rather established twenty-nine year-old and dating a nineteen year-old co-worker, who was sitting on the couch in her parents' living room and ardently sucking my cock with a skill and enthusiasm that was well beyond her tender years. I was the manager of a local chain restaurant and Kitty Haden had recently become one of our hostesses, and she was basically hired the minute she walked in the door a few weeks ago with those long, slender, mini-skirt-clad legs of hers. During the interview process, I quickly found out that she was also a cheerleader at the local State university, and she looked the part to a tee. Long, curly, bouncy blonde hair, tall, thin, and a bust that filled out a sweater like two footballs being fumbled. We had been out a few times already, and though I hadn't fucked her yet, mainly because she was a virgin, Kitty took to my cock like a puppy takes to a chew toy. This coy virgin made no bones about the fact that she released her sexual frustration by sucking dick, and since mine approached eight inches on a good night, Kitty displayed quite an affinity to wrapping her mouth around it several times an evening during our brief time together thus far. And this was a good night. A definite eight inches good night. Tonight, after we had closed the restaurant, I offered Kitty a ride home to her parents' house, since I was an altruist, of course. The very real possibility of having my dick sucked by this young vixen had little to do with it. Although, if the situation presented itself I would be more than gracious enough to offer my stiff member to her eager lips, strictly to advance Kitty's fledgling oral education. I'm a gentleman that way. When we reached her front door, Kitty informed me that her dad was away on a business trip, and her mom was apparently asleep upstairs since the bedroom lights were all turned off. She made a shushing sound with a finger to her bright red lips, guided me to the couch, and whispered in my ear that she would return soon. I was nervous being in her folks' home with her mom upstairs, but my good pal Mr. Johnson, who was straining against my zipper like a eel on a hook, seemed to have no problem with the scenario as he wiggled and waggled happily, precum already providing a slippery coating on my shaft. He, Mr. Johnson, was not to be disappointed. Kitty returned downstairs wearing the proverbial fantasy outfit, the Catholic Schoolgirl clothing, short pleated skirt and knee highs. She had been wearing a buttoned up white blouse with black tie, but somewhere along the trip to her bedroom, she'd undone the tie and unbuttoned the blouse until you could see most of her young firm tits. On her back, she had a cute teddy-bear shaped backpack, just for special effect. A nice touch. To make matters worse, her shoulder length hair done up in two pigtails. And she even had freckles. I couldn't help myself, I instantly released my pole from its prison, and one hand went to the top of her head as my eyes rolled up as she knelt in front of me and began to trace tiny, wet kisses over my twitching dick. The orally-fixated teenager took a firm stroking grip at the base of my cock, guided it to her full lips and flicked her tongue across the tip. Next came slower licks just on the head, longer and flatter, like she'd give to an ice-cream cone. Something in the back of my mind made a mental note that there was a slight bumping sound coming from another room, but my attention was understandably diverted and when Kitty took a breath for just a brief second, Mr. Johnson glared at me with that evil one-eye and silently demanded that I not give it another thought. Kitty smiled and resumed her descent to my engorged dick, and her mouth worked circles around the ridge and then teased again, gently sucking the head. With her other hand, she caressed my heavy balls with an expertise that belied her chronological age, then tugged them towards me as she took them fully into her warm mouth. Her wonderful ball-sucking caused me to squeeze my eyes shut and I tossed his head back with a soft moan. I began to thrust my hips, wanting to face-fuck her now, so she went back to teasing, licking her snaking tongue over the wrinkles of my scrotum, then again sucking each side into her mouth, caressing my cock with her hands as she did. She licked lines from my balls up the shaft, and nibbled the seam along the way. Again Kitty took only the head of my cock into her mouth, nothing more, and as I opened my eyes, mine locked into the watching eyes of a very horny-looking tall blonde. Only it wasn't Kitty. Kitty was munching on my balls. This new blonde, a spitting image of Kitty, was dressed in a robe that draped loosely over her body, exposing the tops of two very promising globes, and she smiled a wicked grin at me as her teenaged daughter bobbed spiritedly on my meaty glans. She made the same shushing motion that Kitty had made to me when we entered the house a few minutes ago. Like mother, like daughter. Blonde number two, the mature version of Kitty, altered her admiring gaze from my cock sliding in and out of her only child's mouth, and wrapped the belt of her robe tightly around her, and her face suddenly contorted into one of a very pissed-off mom. "Kathryn Haden, just what the HELL are you doing?" As Kitty jumped up, her schoolgirl skirt flared high off of her waist so that I could see the lovely little pink thong that she wore under her uniform. Funny what a guy can notice such a detail even when a mom has just caught her giving head to him. Shocked, blushing, mortified, Kitty began to shake visibly. "Mom, I.....we just....oh, I didn't......" Kitty ran out of words, throwing herself on the mercy of Judge Mom' court, and started to sob. Meanwhile, every impulse I had told me that I should zip up and depart, pronto, but Mr. Johnson was sending me private signals that sounded like, "Easy, now, boy, whoa, don't tuck me in just yet, lemme watch this show for a spell." Why is it that Mr. Johnson always wins? He's so persuasive. Mrs. Haden admonished her daughter, seemingly oblivious to Kitty's complete embarrassment at being caught in the act of playing tonsil hockey with my dick. She eyed Kitty's attire with disdain. "Go upstairs and take off your high school outfit, young lady, and go to bed. You and I will address this in the morning." Kitty's wide eyes pleaded with her mom for forgiveness, but Mrs. Haden held firm, steely-eyed, looking directly at me now, menacingly. "Go, upstairs, now." Kitty scurried off like a shamed squirrel who had dropped the walnut, as Kitty mom's impassively stared at me. And was it my imagination, or was she really staring at my still-exposed and very hard cock? "I'll next deal with this not-so-young man." Mrs. Haden waited until she heard the door to Kitty's bedroom slam shut. She looked at me. I looked at her. She looked at my cock, longer than she needed to, so I thought. I looked down at her robe and tried to envision what was under it, though from what little I could tell, it was apparent where Kitty had inherited her beauty. Finally, after what seemed like forever (isn't it funny how awkward silence seems infinitely prolonged?), she spoke. More specifically, she uttered an inquiry in a surprisingly husky voice. "My daughter is still a virgin, I presume?" I heaved a sigh of relief, knowing I could respond to this question truthfully. "Yes, ma'am, she is, I swear." I began to tug at my cock, trying to place it back into its rightful hiding place, but was interrupted by one raised index finger by Mrs. Haden. "Stop." My hands went to my sides, in immediate compliance. 'Might this get interesting?', I mused, against all hope. Even in the dim illumination of the living room past midnight, I could swear I could detect a playful glimmer in Kitty's mother's eyes. Her manicured fingertips dropped to the belt once more and she started to leisurely loosen it from the tight knot, as my cock, which had never gone limp, rose to even greater arousal. "It's only fair," said the older woman, as the robe eased off of her waist. "I've seen yours." The robe dropped to the carpet, revealing a full set of mature and only slightly sagging full breasts, a surprisingly flat stomach; and a perfect sunlit-gold-brushed puff of silky pubic hair just above her slit; She lifted one hand to her pink nipple and tugged on it teasingly, while the other lowered to nestle between her sweet thighs, and one long finger curled beneath her light yellow bush. "Now, you've seen mine." I gasped audibly, somewhat in surprise at this turn of events, but mostly in sincere appreciation of her body, which by any measure, was more than college-cheerleader-worthy. She walked towards me slowly, one had still tucked between her legs and now swirling around inside her cunt in leisurely strokes, and breathed seductively at me. "Your cock is beautiful." I could only nod. What does a man say in that situation, when your girlfriend's mom has commented favorably upon the size of your exposed cock, inches from her own pussy? Does Anne Landers have an appropriate retort for that? She continued, reaching out to grab my shaft in one hand while lowering her torso down, down, slowly, spreading her legs for balance. Was this really happening? Mrs. Haden brought her hand to her lips, provocatively dribbled a small stream of spit onto her palm, and began to lubricate my length with her saliva. "John, that's your name, right?" Again, I only nodded, I wasn't about to waive my Miranda rights yet, figuring anything I said could and would be used against me in the court of Kitty's mom. "Pleased to meet you, John. My name is Kitty's horny, sexually neglected mother. But you may call me Mrs. Haden." My eyes widened and I groaned in a mixture of pleasure and astonishment as she sunk her wet cunt onto my dick and commenced a rhythmic motion with her pelvis, up and down on my titanium-hard dick, a long-held fantasy coming true. "Hubby hasn't fucked me in a month," she said, seeming to think she needed to provide an explanation of sorts, not that I was seeking one. "And I think I should pay you a proper symbol of gratitude for not deflowering my eager beaver daughter." I was now nodding so frequently I was beginning to resemble a bobble head doll in a hurricane. She brought my hands up to her big, bouncing breasts and held them to her chest tightly, closed her eyes and groaned out a soft rhyme. "John, John, the donkey dong, fuck my cunt now that my daughter's gone." I suddenly realized that the age difference between Kitty's mom and me was about the same as between Kitty and myself, and began to get comfortable with this whole arrangement. Of course, it helped that Kitty's mother's surprisingly tight cunt walls were clamping onto my cock like a newborn nuzzling a pacifier. She continued to control the proceedings at her own pace, sliding my hands down to her backside to cup her luscious ass cheeks. She then squeezed her breasts for my viewing pleasure, plumping them, strumming her own nipples. She next walked her fingers down to her pussy, tapping her swollen clit lightly, and pulled her gash apart, and I was amazed at the pooled wetness that cascaded down and onto my stomach as she manipulated her kegel muscles . She slid another finger over her swollen nether lips, aching and hot as I watched, mesmerized. Just when I thought I was really close to shooting as her talented cunt pumped my thickness to the point of near-release, she pulled me out of her canal and grasped my throbbing cock with a hard squeeze. It was a pretty neat trick, gave us a break and showed me she had the mens' control thing figured out...one more reason to adore older women. Kitty who? Smiling, Mrs. Haden lowered her fabulous body, kneeling on the carpet in front of me, just as her daughter had a mere twenty minutes or so ago. "Let's tease this beautiful thing a bit, shall we? Looked like my little girl was doing a pretty nice job, if I do say so myself, but I don't think she can can yet do THIS....." The older seductress lifted her mouth to my cock and moved it along the underside of my shaft to my balls. Just like her daughter did, with amazing similarity, she slowly and softly licked them...teasing me with the featherlike touch of her tongue. Then, with no warning, she swiftly engulfed them with her knowing mouth. With her teeth tucked under her lips, she slightly squeezed them as if biting. She sucked each of them, one at a time, in and out of her mouth. Try as she might, though, she could not get them both into her tiny mouth at the same time. Mommy tightened the grip of her left hand had on my stiff cock and started to jack me off slowly while still sucking on my swollen, seed-filled balls. Her hand glided up and down my cock with such ease from all of the lubrication from her dribble. I moaned and gyrated as I felt myself about to cum. I could not believe it...I was about to cum from getting head, not from Kitty, but from her mom! Mrs. Haden, expert cocksucker that she was (it was a trait that clearly ran in the family), knew full well the effect she was evoking, she felt my cock getting harder...my balls getting tighter. She lifted her mouth from my testes and again squeezed me to a frustrating halt. Reluctantly, but willingly (only because of what was to come), she moved away from my engorged cock and stood in front of me. Her erect nipples stood taut, the areolas drawn up around them. She grunted as her lithe, mature, sensational mid-forties torso rose again to mount me, one hand waving and pointing to her cunt, like a maestro orchestrating our carnal composition to a crescendo. "I have to feel you inside me. I need to be fucked, and fucked hard. You know what to do. Do me like I just did you, don't hold back. I need to have your big cock deep in me, for my pleasure. Do me while I ride you." I watched as if hypnotized as her pussy blossomed apart and started to throb powerfully, right in front of my eyes. "It is almost painful," she moaned. "I need to be filled. I need you inside me." Again, she straddled me, like a jockey on her stallion. My cock was impossibly hard and pointed at her pussy, poised for entry. She didn't touch it with her hands, she just let my rod find its target like the heat seeking missile that it is. The thick mushroom-shaped head found her saturated, dripping opening. The head of my cock was immediately covered with the juices oozing from her, more and more with each pulsation of her saturated inner walls. Her hot pussy was opening and closing...inviting me in completely. To come in and feel the warmth; the close, pulsating walls; the sticky cream that only a woman in heat can generate in such abundance. She slid down on my cock, down slowly, deliberately...farther and farther until the back of her pussy apparently touched the tip of my cock...yet there was still a little more more to go until I reached the bottom of her tunnel. Pushing down further, I had all of my manhood inside of her at last. The head of my cock was pressing against her cervix. Her silky mound rested against my pubis. I felt her soft pubic hair against me. I felt her pussy caressing the perimeter of me. She rose on it, slowly so that we felt the opposite of what I just felt. When she could go no higher, and dropped back to where we were...she sat there and savored the feeling again. Her pussy spontaneously squeezed me. Then, she started to ride me, hard, frantic, up and down, pumping me. I met her determined strokes with my own, lifting her ass from the couch and back into synchronized rhythm with me. We were pumping as teammates now. Kitty's mom's eyes start to water from extreme pleasure. Her face contorted, her mouth opened to form a scream, but she must not scream. She was losing her breath...tears were streaming from her eyes. She quivered violently, then shook, then finally, she convulsed and bucked on her bronco. She was cumming as I have never seen a woman cum. I had to hold onto her. I was afraid, happy, breathless, weightless. I pulled her to me for strength. I buried my face in her neck. I, too, had to fight the urge to yell, or scream, or cry out. I went up into her as far as I could and pushed there until I could go no farther. My body stiffened. I could no longer move. My orgasm took over me. I was no longer in control. I screamed into Kitty's mother's neck, "I am cumming." But she already knew. I felt the walls of her wonderful pussy squeezing my pulsing cock as if they were trying to milk the cum from me. And they were. My orgasm. Her orgasm. Not intimate, not tender. We had never even kissed. Just rough, raw sex with a hot MILF who just happened to have a daughter who was my teenage virgin girlfriend. Mrs. Haden climbed off my still twitching cock and motioned to the front door without so much as a comment, never mind an embrace or a kiss. She picked up her robe and waited for me to gather up my clothes, stuff my cock back into my pants, and gave me a steely, emotionless glare as I walked out. I walked down the driveway towards my car, and just as I climbed in, I heard her call out to me quietly. Kitty's bedroom window was just above the front door. "John." I turned to see her open her robe and plunge two fingers into her quim and then lift them to her mouth, sucking our mutual excitement out of her cunt. "Call me Loretta from now on. But just call me. Kitty has cheerleading practice tomorrow afternoon. Can you be here around two o'clock?" This time, I took this invitation as opportunity to be bold, but my voice remained muted, equally mindful of the position of Kitty's bedroom window. "Tomorrow?" I contemplated for a moment, rubbing my chin. "Hmmmm. I think I can make it. But only if I can have your ass." She smiled, somewhat amusedly, somewhat condescendingly. "As long as you promise to maintain my daughter's virginity, you can have it all, Mr. Back Door Man." Before she turned to go inside, she added, "You could have had it tonight. All you gotta do is ask. See you tomorrow." As I eased out of their driveway into the cul-de-sac of their street, still oozing cum, I picked up my cell phone to see that there was a text message from Kitty. I had never heard it in all the commotion of fucking her mother. "I'm soooo sorry, John," the text read. "I hope she wasn't too hard on you! You were down there 4 awhile." I hit reply, envisioning a horny but still virginal Kitty anxiously fretting what her mom had doled out as punishment for catching her precious daughter in the act of sucking the big dick of a man ten years her elder. "She was rough, yes, but nothing I couldn't handle." "C U tomorrow after work, Kitty?" The next night, Kitty sucked the cock that had ass-fucked her mother most of that afternoon. Kitty's Mom Ch. 02 I would respectfully suggest that you read the first chapter of this series, entitled Kitty's Mom, which has received the most views of any of the Lit stories I have written. It will serve as the appropriate foreplay for this excursion into the Haden women's various orifices. I lifted up the short pleated skirt of her cheerleader outfit as the blonde knelt on the floor, her elbows propped up on the couch, as she peered at me over her shoulders, her pigtails dangling down onto her tanned, freckled shoulders. She offered encouragement, as a good cheerleader should always do. "Fuck me. Fuck that ass. You know how I love what you do to me with your dick." It was the most rousing rah-rah cheer I had ever heard, I mused, admiring that taut ass covered in the prototypical white cotton panties. I began to peel them aside. I remembered what my college roommate once told me when he was fortunate enough to bag Linda Fleur, the hottest cheerleader at the University of Connecticut when I had matriculated there. "Only one thing better than cheerleader pussy," he lectured in a professorial tone as his frat brothers listened with envy, taking copious mental notes. "And that's cheerleader ass." Ten years after the lesson, I was finally finding this to be true first-hand. Better late than never. I eased down on my own knees to position myself directly behind the object of my desire, and went through what had now become our little tradition during the half-dozen times or so since we had commenced on our little anal ritual. I began to lick and spit along the rim of her tight, pink-puckered anus while finger-fucking the silky, gold-trimmed walls of her swollen labia, easing my finger into her steamy snatch at the same time as my thumb began to stretch her rear hole. I lifted my head, unable to resist teasing the willing slut offering her asshole for my exploration. "You know, I'm going to have a lot of stamina to fuck that tight ass of yours today. Because your daughter just sucked my cock no more than an hour ago, Mrs. Haden." Forty-four year-old Loretta Haden, the mother of my teenaged virgin girlfriend who sucked cock with the intensity and effectiveness of a wet vac extracting flood waters, gave me the leer that I had come to relish. Loretta hated any mention of Kitty's cocksucking veracity almost as much as she loved taking my eight-inch dong up her ass. Upon my request, she had donned her daughter's cheerleading uniform for our matinee activities today, all maroon and gold and tassels and tits. She filled it out every bit, if not better than, any of the college girls a quarter-century her junior. Loretta Haden was the best fuck I had enjoyed in my twenty-nine years, and her nineteen year-old precious little girl was the most enthusiastic cocksucker. Yessir, it was quite a family that Mr. Haden had here. It was so nice of him to have an important job with Boeing that caused him to travel so frequently. Mrs. Haden and I had come to a mutual agreement that was turning out to be quite symbiotic. In return for my pledge to not deflower her virgin daughter, Loretta Haden provided me with sweet release in marathon sessions for the last several weeks. In a typical day for me recently, Kitty and I would meet in the morning before she went to classes, and she would suck my cock at least once, sometimes twice. Then, her mom would come to my apartment for some heated, and often very rough, borderline angry, incredible sex, until I had to go to my job as a restaurant manager in mid-afternoon. Kitty just happened to work as a hostess at my restaurant, conveniently enough, and she would invariably suck my cock as I drove her back to mom's house at night. I pulled up the uniform sweater with 'State' emblazoned on the chest to watch her large, soft, and only slightly sagging tits bounce as she wiggled in response to my administrations. I slapped my throbbing rod across the smooth, mature cheeks of Loretta as I pulled the material of her panties upward in a tight string and tugged it into the slit of her cunt, teasing her with a sexual wedgie of sorts. I had quickly discovered that Loretta Haden had the most sensitive and responsive clit that I had ever experienced, and she was moaning lustily simply from the mere pressing of soft cotton on her clit. Maybe it was an after-forty thing in women, I guessed. The slightest stimulation would bring Kitty's mom, my new willing anal slut, to the brink of explosive orgasm, and I wanted to bring her over that brink before penetrating her ass this afternoon. Not only did a pre-anal orgasm relax her, I had learned, it triggered repeat orgasms in rapid succession once her anal cavity was compromised by prime young man meat. She would cum like a river from anal sex, she liked it even more than conventional fucking. I've never met a woman quite like her, before or since. Yep, Kitty's mouth and Kitty's mom's ass, over and over, day after day, week after week now. It had been quite a fun month. Hiring Kitty was perhaps the most unexpected job bonus I had ever given myself. My tongue probed Mrs. Haden's asshole as I stretched the cotton fabric and rubbed it vigorously over her cunt to the point where it started to tear. She whimpered, completely in surrender, totally under my power, her only motivation was to get my big dick in her ass, and quick. In one motion, I raised my body up and hooked my thumbs into the panties' waistband on each side of her hips and pulled hard. The material shredded like it was caught in a windstorm in a rural Georgia cotton field, and I took the horny MILF by the wrists and held them behind her with one hand, pulling on her pigtails with the other, so that the veins on her neck pulsed from a mixture of slightly painful discomfort and blissful arousal. "Your virgin daughter's sweet, hungry mouth, and her slut mommy's tight ass," I growled, as my cockhead began to poke and stretch its path into Loretta's saliva-coated hot sphincter. "And they both love it so. A cocksucker and an ass whore. My favorite family." Loretta groaned lustfully as her ass began to expand to accept my invading cock. I confess that I had never talked like this to any other woman, but these circumstances were unique, at least in my life. It was clear that while Kitty adored me, Loretta despised me. Well, except for eight thick inches or so of me, anyway. Loretta was probably mortified at her infatuation with my dick, but she admitted to me that she had become addicted to our fucking sessions. In fact, the more I humiliated Kitty's mom verbally, the hotter the sex we shared. I'd let Freud and his advocates figure it out. In the mean time, I was more than willing to initiate dirty talk that would make a porn director blush. And, yeah, I liked it, too. I'm not gonna lie. It was a wild fucking turn-on. I was really getting into being the ass dom of a married woman who also happened to be the mom of my current orally-fixated girlfriend. "It's a good thing for you that you have such an amazing cock, John," Loretta grunted huskily. She assisted my penetration by freeing herself from my attempt at restraining her wrists, wiggling out of my grip, and pulled her buttocks apart with each hand. "I don't really like you much, but, ooooh, how you can fuck, young man." I grinned, playing along with our little war of words, and bucked my pelvis forward so that another inch entered her most intimate hole. Despite our age difference of fifteen years, this was the best sex either of us had found, and we both knew it. It's funny how you can sometimes not really like your partner's company except when you're each trying to fuck the other's genitals off. And try we did, believe me. It had almost become kind of a morbid contest between Mrs. Haden and me. A battle of wills with cock, pussy, and ass as our weapons. A sword fight with an explicit target. Yet, rather than exhaust the other, our sexual aerobics only served as an elixir for both of us. The more I fucked this hot mom, the more powerful I felt. Similarly, Loretta proved to be utterly insatiable, wanting more even after the most torrid, rough sex anyone could fathom. We would have made millions with a videotaped session on the Internet, I'm certain. Something tells me there would be quite an fan club to watch a forty-four year old hottie extracting a creampie by manipulating her anal muscles, warm young cum oozing from hot mature ass. "That's really ironic, mom," I mocked her as my balls began to slap against her fine ass. "Your lovely daughter was telling me the same thing this morning as she swallowed my load." Chuckling, I added, "Now here you are, taking my next load deep up your ass. Hmmm, I'm not sure which I enjoy more." More than half of my cock was buried in Loretta now, and I peeked below her legs to see her frantically diddling her clit now. Her strong thigh muscles, the envy of any middle-age woman, honed and toned by many a yoga exercise, began to twitch involuntarily, a sign of an impending mini-tsunami of pleasure. I couldn't resist pulling on a pigtail, just for kicks. Her head snapped back and she uttered a series of loud expletives as her ass began to convulse around my ever-penetrating dick. I sighed myself, trying to maintain my control and live up to my boastful prediction of stamina as her warm anus enveloped my shaft. This was quite a coming-out party in recent weeks for me. The sex with Loretta was indeed truly electric. She was teaching me the many wonders of older women, and their unabashed lack of inhibitions. There was not the slightest pretense of any cordiality, never mind a relationship. Her charade that she would continue to fuck me only as long as I vowed to not tarnish her only daughter's chastity was just that, a charade. Loretta would continue to fuck me for her own pleasure regardless of what I was doing with her daughter, as long as it stayed within comfortable and non-painful boundaries, of course. Loretta was selfish, she needed this cock, my cock, certainly more than I needed her. And she knew it. That's what gave me the feeling of power. Misplaced confidence, perhaps, but an aphrodisiac nonetheless. Any young man in his twenties who tries to tell you that fucking a forty-something woman isn't a rush is a stone-cold liar. Yep, although our trysts were adulterous, illicit, and amoral, it was also exciting beyond description, the forbidden fruit come to life, a modern-day Eve. As Loretta's ecstasy flooded in wave after wave of multi-orgasmic bliss (another endearing trait of the cougar species), I flipped her over onto her back and lifted her onto the couch, as much to prolong my own excitement as it was to also get a full perspective of her attire. She landed on the cushions with a soft 'plop' and pleaded at me with those doe-brown eyes that so reminded me of her daughter's. Loretta's eyes blazed in unmistakable lust....just keep fucking me. Her skirt had bunched up over her navel and her sweater was now pulled over her sizeable, heaving breasts, the brown nipples jutting out from just below the hemline. They were swollen, puffy thimbles, perfectly erect, and looked as though they could serve as coat hangers if need be. Her legs instinctively wrapped around my buttocks as I knelt in front of her and led her hand to her twat so that I could watch her finger herself while I anally reamed her in missionary position. I was surprised, touched, to see tears forming in her eyes as my big cock slid into her naturally lubricated gaping anal hole. Before I had a chance to speculate on the source of her teardrops, she reached up and grabbed me by the neck with one hand and pressed my mouth onto hers. In all of our heated exchanges, there was only one thing we hadn't done. We hadn't kissed. Each time I had tried in the past, Loretta had rebuffed my efforts by turning her face away or, at times, pushing me forcibly so that there was no duplicity in her message. There would be no intimacy, no affection, just sheer, unadulterated sex. Her mouth, like her ass, was hot, warm, inviting, talented, and the show of passion excited me exponentially. When it comes down to it, there truly is no more erotic act than deep kissing while fucking. Her tongue wrapped around mine with agility and she sucked on the tip, causing my dick, if possible, to harden and thicken even more from the rush of blood coursing to my genitals. I broke this kiss reluctantly after perhaps two minutes of prolonged and accelerated fucking to announce, "If you keep that up, I'm gonna come. No one has ever kissed me like that". It was true, both the accolade regarding her kisses and the fact that I was going to explode very soon. She clung to my neck like a canary on a perch and gazed up at me wild-eyed, lust now shared with the first glimpse of sweetness that I had ever seen in her eyes. Her hips continued to buck upward and into my pelvis wildly, and she asked, simply, "Where do you come when Kitty sucks you?" The question had such shock-value as to halt my thrusts, at least for a second. Recognizing my confusion, Loretta rephrased the inquiry, her asshole caressing my cock, urging my release with impeccable timing. "Her mouth, her tits?" I nodded, those were indeed the usual touch-down spots. "Have you ever come all over her face?" I shook my head. Kitty and I hadn't yet broached that subject, but my head-shake seemed to please Mrs. Haden. She swung her legs off of my hips, separating my cock and her anus with an audible 'pop', and wriggled under my balls with mouth agape, stroking my dick and cupping my balls. "Then come all over mine." The explosion that soon coated her face splattered against her eyelids, her cheeks, her curly blonde hair, and dripped onto her forehead and collarbone in two distinct streams. Her pearly white teeth gleamed with my cum like a small tube of toothpaste had bust from its container. She culminated her performance by looking me straight in the eyes, while one of hers winked from the tangy semen filling her eye socket, and slowly licked the residue of my cum and her ass flavors into her mouth. It was my first ass-to-mouth experience, and that deserved the appropriate reciprocal gesture of appreciation. I pulled Loretta from her position beneath my balls, pushed her onto her back, and began an enthusiastic oral exploration of her snatch. Perhaps it was good genes, but Loretta tasted perhaps even better that her daughter's virgin channel. (I wondered ever so briefly if Grandma was available to sample her taste, but the thought quickly passed.) As Loretta graciously pulled her ankles as far apart as she could, contorting into a pretzel-like position with one leg hanging over the backrest of the couch and the other at a ninety-degree angle to the ceiling, I began a crash course in oral penmanship. I first twirled a capital "K" over her spongy outer labia, and then a small "i" with a rat-a-tat-tat with my tongue on her clit to assure I had properly dotted the letter. Nothing sloppier than an undotted "i", after all. As her taut stomach heaved, I quickly ran a letter "t", and then another, and again, concerned that the letters were dotted as they should be, slowly ran my tongue in a horizontal movement across the top bridge of her mound. She shuddered, gasped, pulled my hair tightly with one hand while the other waved around in the air like a orchestra conductor having a seizure. I next spent about thirty leisurely seconds swirling first a loopy "y", and then an apostrophe (which takes tremendous oral agility, let me tell you!) and then capped off my first word with a big, wet "s", licking her clit as I trailed the bottom curl of the letter. Mommy's cunt convulsed and she was uttering incomprehensible obscenities as her abs began to shake and twitch, her one leg now banging down like an anvil onto my back. I smiled up at her, though she didn't notice, her eyes clenched shut and her mouth agape, on the verge of a monstrous vaginal release. Knowing I could make her cum whenever I so pleased, I stuck my wet tongue deep in her twat and slurped a capital "M" deep into her folds, so deep I was almost tattooing the letter into her tunnel. I circled a small "o" with my tongue about fifty times or so, and felt the first gush of sweet pepperminty nectar begin to trickle from her slit. Her taste was indeed unique, and scrumptious. As I reached the grand finale, I plunged two fingers into mature slut's gash and flicked them upward, reaching the holy grail of her ultra-reactive G-spot, and culminated the performance with a small "m" and white sticky cum gurgled and bubbled from her pussy and into my waiting lips. "K-I-T-T-Y-'S M-O-M", spelled out on the namesake's pussy. Makes 'em cum like a busted pipe every time. Only wish Kitty's first name had more letters, we might still be there. I got up to dress, leaving Mrs. Loretta Haden's very married cunt saturated and seeping, as she lay semi-comatose on the couch, completely sated, both anally and vaginally. I only vaguely was aware of her phone ringing as I went into the bathroom to wash up. It's a firm rule in the restaurant business, you see it in almost all restrooms. "Employees must wash hands AND dick after having anal sex." Or something like that, I get it confused sometimes. Either way, it is good hygiene habit to get into, though. When I emerged, I overheard Loretta saying into the receiver, "Yes, he's still here. Yes, great tongue and well hung, that's him. Incredible, actually." I had a pretty good inkling she was talking about me, and felt a surge of pride, yet wondered with whom she was sharing our little secret. She paused for a second, and before hanging up, she said to the party on the phone, "I'll mention that to him. Something tells me that might work out well for everyone. Ciao, darling." I pulled up my zipper as she snapped the flip-phone closed. Loretta's cunt and asshole were both still gaping and soaked as her daughter's skirt was still hiked up around her waist as she propped up her elbows on the couch, reveling in her near-nakedness. She idly rubbed the caked cum off of her eyelid as she spoke. "That was a dear friend of mine. I owe her one. She will be coming to see you in your restaurant later tonight to talk to you about making a donation to some of her favorite charities." Though I thought I had proven my philanthropy by donating loads of cum to both Haden women already today, I promised Loretta I would be available to her friend. Yet, as I departed, I was still a bit perplexed that Loretta had first discussed our sexual activity with her mystery pal, and more so, how that soon had turned into a charitable discussion. About nine o'clock on that busy Friday evening, prime time for a restaurant, my lovely virgin cocksucking hostess, nineteen-year-old Kitty Haden, summoned me on the intercom to the front lobby. Kitty had already promised a post-work BJ, blissfully unaware that I had been invading her mom's back door mere hours before, so I had already taken the proverbial rain check for tonight, much to young Kitty's chagrin. When I finally made my way through the crowded restaurant to the front desk, Kitty was standing hand-in-hand with a very familiar face, although I could not immediately place how I recognized the extremely attractive middle-aged woman. Kitty's excited introduction made the light bulb go on in my head. "Aunt Cindy, this is my manager, John Watkins. John, this is my mom's best friend, Cynthia Tyson from Channel Six news." Now, I got it. Cynthia Tyson was the sexiest weather-woman in the Philadelphia television market. She'd been a staple on the evening news for over two decades now and she got hotter every year. Early forties, short brown hair, and an accomplished marathon runner, Cynthia had the unchallenged best body on TV. The camera angles made every effort to show her lean, tapered legs and world-class rear-end as often as possible, almost single-handedly explaining why Channel Six's Arbitron ratings were through the roof in the Philly metro market. Half of the male population had absolutely no interest in what her forecasts were on a nightly basis, but they tuned in anyway, mesmerized by the bewitchingly beautiful meteorologist. Kitty's Mom Ch. 02 I was barely aware that Kitty had continued to babble on, as Cynthia and I gazed at each other, appraising, evaluating, admiring. ".....she's not really my aunt, except she and mom have been best friends since college, and I've known her so long that, well, she just FEELS like my aunt...." I extended my hand to Cynthia even as Kitty continued to drone on, and when Cynthia's perfectly manicured palm disappeared in my own, my cock twitched in response, despite the fact that it had been buried in Kitty's mouth and her mom's ass today. Bad boy. Bad, bad boy. "I know this must be a bad time, you look very busy this evening," Cynthia said, essentially stepping in front of Kitty and, by doing so, dismissing her subtly. "But, you see, I have to be in the studio by ten for tonight's show, and I was wondering if I could discuss my proposal in your office?" I glanced around at the restaurant's throng. It was indeed a very inconvenient time, but something told me that Cynthia Tyson was not used to being put off. She smiled at me in that seductively charming style that I had seen on the screen thousands of times over the years while guys beat off on their recliners to her image on their monitors. Sensing my discomfort, Cynthia continued to hold onto my hand. "I won't take five minutes of your precious time, I promise." I nodded and politely pointed the way to my office. Kitty gave me an adoring look, and I almost felt a pang of guilt that she still had not the slightest idea that I was the ass-pirate of her mom. Almost. Cynthia led the way as my eyes were riveted onto her perfect ass, clad in tight yet classy black linen slacks. Some of the men around the bar noticed Cynthia, and there were a few catcalls and whistles as the sex symbol snaked her way through the bar area and to the back office. We finally reached my tiny office, and I closed the door behind us as I gestured to Cynthia to have a seat. I had never seen her off-screen, and I had to admit, she was even better up close. Her tanned face was cute, that was the best way to describe it, she looked no more than thirty-five even without the TV makeup. But it was her cat-like eyes that were so fucking alluring. Sparkling green with flecks of gold, they seemed to pierce into the mind and psyche of every male viewer, as if she was talking only to you. And, in this case, she was only talking to me. Cynthia crossed her long legs. She watched me admire them. My eyes made their way to her chest, which was rather small, but two promising outlines of erect nipples poked through the satin purple sleeveless blouse. Her toned arms left no doubt that she could arm-wrestle me into submission in no time flat if she so desired. Yet she wasn't here to arm-wrestle, intuition told me. "So, just how can I help you, Ms. Tyson?" I asked, walking to the chair behind my desk. Cynthia said nothing for her a few long seconds. She was sizing me up somehow. The momentary silence was somewhat awkward, yet filled with unmistakable sexual tension. Finally, after what seemed like minutes, she spoke. "Great tongue and well hung, huh? That's how you can help me, John." I gulped. That was a definite curveball, and I'm a fastball hitter. I was officially off-balance now with her first pitch. Strike two was fast coming. "So, you're fucking Loretta while her sweet virgin dear Kitty sucks your big cock. Aren't you such a busy boy?" I never had time to react when she next threw a beanball pitch, backing me off the plate. "Loretta wants some assurance that you won't deflower her baby, and it seems that will be the inevitable conclusion to you and Kitty's little arrangement. Unless........" She let the words dangle in the air. Unless? Unless....what? Cynthia got up from her seat, slowly, gracefully, and walked to the edge of my desk and placed her fine ass on its edge. "Unless she offers a diversion. I've graciously offered my services to assure that won't happen if you agree to donate to my charities." My forehead crinkled as perspiration began to furrow down my brow. What was this, a shakedown? I'm being forced to pay to NOT fuck Kitty? Cynthia sensed my discomfort and chuckled, bringing two long fingers to my chin and raising my head so that I could only look directly into her eyes, now perhaps two feet away. She smelled like roses and strawberries and thundershowers. And sex. She most definitely smelled like sex. "No, no, no, John, this is not a compensatory relationship." One finger began to caress my cheek. "You see," Cynthia began to rub her long neck with her other hand. "...my charities are my mouth, and my breasts, and my pussy, and yes.....my ass. And you have quite the collateral to donate and most adequately fill my quotas, according to Loretta." I still hadn't said a word since asking how I could be of assistance. I saw no reason to break that silence now. Cynthia brought one finger to my mouth and offered it to me, letting it linger between my lips. "For better or worse, I'm somewhat of a media darling." She sighed as if that was a bad thing. Hey, what the fuck did I know, I was a restaurant manager, maybe it was a bad thing. I began to unconsciously suck on Cynthia's finger, and I made a mental note to add it to the menu as an app. It was tastier that anything we served. She continued, probing her finger deeper into my mouth. "You may have read that I'm in the middle of a somewhat contentious divorce." Come to think of it, I thought, her finger twirling around my gums now, I did hear something to that effect. I began to lightly chew on her fingertip. A taste-test of sorts. Yummy. Was that my imagination, or did Cynthia moan ever so imperceptibly? "I can't have a date in a public place without some reporter or blogger making a federal case out of it, and I don't want that to complicate my divorce. So, I have to make other accommodations. I haven't been laid in months, and, well, Loretta suggested that you were just the man that has proven to he can maintain proper discretion." I nodded again, essentially hypnotized, as she pulled her finger out of my mouth and began to nibble on it herself. "And fuck. Loretta says you can fuck for hours. That's what I'm looking for right now." She licked her own finger while peering into my eyes, her face flushed and her eyes. "So, interested in donating?" Naturally, I expressed my interest in her worthy cause. After discovering that we both were free this coming Sunday, Cynthia gave me the address to her ocean-front beach house in Margate and suggested I arrive there in early afternoon. "Thank you for your time, John. You've been most accommodating, and I promised this would take no more than five minutes." She glanced at her Rolex, speckled with jewels. "I'll say goodbye to Kitty on my way out." As I rose, Cynthia stopped at the door and turned around. "Oh, and off-screen? I can be a perfect slut with the right man. And you look like the right man. Bye now." I got a speeding ticket heading east on the Atlantic City Expressway late Sunday morning. The state trooper asked me why I was in such a hurry. "I have a charity event to attend, officer." It turned to be black-tie optional. TO BE CONTINUED.