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Rising Star (revised)

OedipusRex on Taboo Stories

Greetings, Readers.

The story below is a rewrite of one I posted on sexstoriespost.com long ago. I’d like to make it an illustrated story, as I've found very few actual illustrated stories on the web(and who doesn't like pictures with their stories!?) To that end, I’m looking for readers interested in representing characters in my story. As you read, if you think you resemble one the characters, and are interested in being immortalized online, please submit a picture or pictures to Bacchus69@gmail.com. Please verify your age (to keep me out of troubleJ) and anything you’d like to see your character do/take part in. Please think carefully about that one, as I will be asking you for photos of you doing just that, if you’re chosen and what you suggest makes it into the story. Above all, enjoy the story. More to come soon….

Sincerely,



OedipusRex





Rising Star

PROLOGUE

Sarah Larson is the mother of two teenagers, living in Nottingham Woods, a far western suburb of Chicago. She and her husband, John, have a great home on a 5-acre lot off of Red Oak Drive, with a pool in the backyard that is complete with a pool/guest house. The entire lot is surrounded by a small forest that tucks it away very privately, the trees providing a sound and visual barrier to County Road 47. They used to live in Naperville, but moved 7 years ago when John made partner and felt the need to get a much bigger house, just because he could afford to. Though she likes the house, and it's come to feel like home, Sarah never really cared for the larger space. It takes more time to clean, and keeps John away from home for a longer portion of the day, due to the longer commute.

Sarah has a son Jason, age 16, who is the younger of the two kids. He’s been a rather quiet kid, spending most of his time in the basement working out, both by himself and with his friends. His other hobby is photography, at which he's gotten quite skilled. Outside of the home he had been somewhat introverted, particularly with girls, though this year he's really come out of his shell. The girls hit on him all of the time due to his ever growing and hardening physique, not to mention his inviting smile. Sarah’s daughter Amy thinks it's hilarious to see some of her own friends asking him out, bewildered at what they could see in a sophomore guy, especially her brother.

Amy is very social with both her own friends and "the guys", usually going out with several at a time. She isn't interested in "dating", as she finds it "too limiting". Amy just turned 19, is graduating from high school next month(she had to repeat 6th grade due to missing 2 months of school after coming down with pneumonia, and then getting a staph infection in the hospital), and spends most of her time away from the house with her friends. Both kids still go to school in Naperville, where most of their friends live.

Jason and Sarah have always been very close. He generally feels he can tell her anything at all, though there's been a big change in his life recently that he hasn't felt he could share with her. He wants to, but isn't sure how to broach the subject, and is also unsure of how she'll take it. His mom is his closest confidant, even more than his best friend Steve.

John is a very successful lawyer who leaves the house early in the morning and comes home late at night. His drive into downtown Chicago is 50 miles each way. Needless to say with that haul to work, he's not leasing his 2007 M5. John is the youngest partner in his firm, earning over $1 million annually. He works very long days during the week, but makes a point to leave work at work on the weekends.

Sarah could be an example of the perfect suburban housewife and mom. She works part time at her friend Georgette's styling salon & spa, basically for the social interaction; and the rest of the time she is just a regular housewife, managing her home and spending most of her spare time working out or sunbathing. (Still very attractive at the age of 42, Sarah's body is toned and lean, with very large, firm breasts and, though definitely curvaceous, relatively slender hips for her bust size.) She usually drives Jason to school early in the morning, before heading to the spa. She picks him up in the afternoon after her daily workout. On Thursdays, she works afternoons, so Jason catches a ride with Amy home. Amy always drives herself to and from school, insisting she needs the personal freedom to control her own schedule.

Ever since she was a teenager, Sarah's had a dark secret which only her sister Lisa knows about. It is that she has always wanted to be in porn. To her, there is something very exciting and intriguing in the idea of being fucked on camera for everyone to see. Sarah has had an exhibitionist streak since childhood. Her parents were fine with her walking the upstairs hall every morning nude, which was the way she slept, not bothering to cover up until after she showered for the day. Her siblings never took any note, as they had grown up with her acting that way, and thought nothing of it.

When John first started dating her in college, he was only one of several people she was seeing, both male and female, all of the relationships rising to a sexual level. Sarah didn’t believe in getting to know someone better before having sex. If they weren’t sexually compatible, then what was the point? To her way of thinking, a waste of everyone’s time is all that got you. Luckily for John, they were VERY compatible, both inside AND outside of the bedroom. They were exclusive within a month of meeting, and married before they graduated.

At some point, Sarah's willingness to put herself on display turned into an urge, which has been only growing stronger over the course of her marriage. John thought it was great when they were newlyweds, Sarah living a practically nudist, hedonistic lifestyle within their home. Sarah was ALWAYS open to John taking her whenever the mood struck him. She'd just drop what she was doing, and bend over the nearest convenient piece of furniture, John taking her from behind. He even tolerated it after Amy was born, though it began to bother him, having Sarah walking the house naked, Amy in one arm, sometimes latched on a breast, her other arm cooking or cleaning the house. Eventually, John refused to have sex with her outside the bedroom. But once Jason was born, he decided he'd had enough. Amy was at an age that she was aware of her mother's habits, and thought it perfectly natural to emulate them. John had been getting increasingly uncomfortable with Amy running around naked; and with Jason being, well...a boy, it had come time for Sarah to cover up and conform. Her husband insisted that she keep a lid on her sexuality, which she suppressed the best she could. Their sex life continues, generally 1 or 2 times per week; but without the creativity and spice that characterized their first years together.

Sarah is greatly frustrated by the current state of their sex life, particularly since she knows that it isn't due to a diminishing sex drive in John. Practically every night when John finally gets home from work, Sarah is already in bed asleep. She is woken up by the sounds of her husband masturbating, vigorously and LOUDLY, in their bathroom. She's never let on that she is aware of this "bedtime ritual" of his. Usually she just rolls over and goes back to sleep. Occasionally, she "joins in", playing with her pussy as she listens to the slap, slap, slap of her husband's fist bouncing off of his balls as she jacks his magnificent cock...

Sarah truly does love her husband, and his tool. John has an incredible penis. It's a little over 9" long, and so thick that you can't wrap a dollar bill around it. When Sarah pictures what John is doing as she listens, frigging her clit in search of orgasmic release, she is torn between the erotic image of his glorious tool, and the sad fact that he spends more evenings pleasuring himself that he does plowing her semi-neglected pussy. Sarah is definitely a woman up for sex AT LEAST every day. Maybe he's just too tired during the week...

As the kids grew, Sarah's spirit continued to dim, though she did a good job of keeping her growing despondence from her family, playing the happy wife. Only with Amy could she be herself, as Amy still remembers how her mother used to be, and, as a teenager, understands how suppressing her natural sexual urges around her own husband must be tortuous to her. Sarah feels shackled to a societal norm that makes no sense to her. Out of this sense of involuntary inhibition, her interest in porn has deepened. And her desires have gone beyond exhibitionist nudity to exhibitionist sexual interaction. Lately, she has been feeling like her pent up sexual needs are about to burst. She has never cheated on her husband during their 20-year marriage; though she has been tempted on occasion.

Over the last several years, every time she comes across a magazine stand and sees the skin mags., she is overcome with feelings of jealousy, of all the girls being shot nude and getting their brains fucked out. She did try to bring it up to John once, asking him to take pictures of her; but it freaked him out (his own upbringing was VERY conservative, his 20’s apparently being one big anomaly) and she never brought it up again. She would never let herself cheat on him, at least she has convinced herself of that; but, for some reason she can't put her finger on, getting fucked on camera doesn't seem like cheating in her book. It's too public, nothing like sneaking around behind your spouse's back to fuck the yard-boy. She just hasn't had the opportunity to act on that theory...yet.

CHAPTER 1 - NOT YOUR TYPICAL DAY AT THE OFFICE

Dan Ross, a local movie pornographer, (By local, I mean he runs his business out of Chicago. His distribution is national. He's a major player.) is in for his monthly haircut, which Sarah has given him for the past 3 years. He's chatted her up in the past, their recent conversations getting more personal every time he's been in. He's been very open about what he does for a living, and thinks he's detected an interest by Sarah in his business. He's ready to find out if he's right. Sarah looks more like 32 than 42, and Dan feels that she would be smokin' on camera.

"Sooo, Sarah," Dan says casually as she finishes up his haircut, "I'm in the planning stages of a new MILF flick, and am wondering if you might know anyone who would be interested in being in it."

"You mean acting in it, like a bit part? Or do you mean ACTING in it?" Sarah responds incredulously, humor in her voice.

"The latter, of course" Dan replies with a chuckle. "I've got plenty of bodies. I need a new STAR."

"I...I'm not sure. As far as I know, none of my friends are into porn. And certainly not exhibitionist enough to have sex on camera!" she ends, laughing.

"Well...what about you? From what you've told me, you certainly have an exhibitionist streak. Would you be interested?" Dan replies carefully. "You've told me more than once how comfortable you are being nude around others, much to your husband's distress," he adds, chuckling.

"ME!? Well, why would you want me? I'm just an old housewife!" she again laughs, this time nervously.

Dan notices that she didn't say "No." "She's interested!" he thinks to himself. "Just have to reel her in slowly."

"Sarah, come on," he says dismissively. "You've got an incredible body, and you know it. You look like you could be in your twenties! What are you really, 32, 33?" He knows her real age, having already done his homework on her, but flatters her with a low guess. "Hell, she LOOKS like my guess," he thinks to himself.

"I'm 42, actually," she says, blushing at the compliment.

"Wow! You're just what I need, a real life MILF. Sarah, let's face it, you've got a body to die for, if you don't mind me stating the obvious...a firm ass, incredible tits, and the midsection of a beach volleyball player. You would be stunning onscreen!"

"Well, thank you for the compliments, and I DON'T mind you telling me that. It's always nice for a woman to hear another man thinks she's attractive."

"You're very welcome. It's the truth! So, are you interested?"

"Ohhh, I don't think so... No, definitely not. That's just not me. Sorry."

"Well...okay. If you change your mind, give me a call," he says as he hands her his card. Dan's a bit surprised by her out-of-hand rejection; but unwilling to give in so easily, figuring he probably just caught her off-guard and she needs some time to process his offer.

As he gets out of the barber chair, he pivots towards her and gives her a hug, surprising her. He whispers in her ear as he continues to hold her.

"You would be fabulous, babe. Give it some serious thought." Letting go and stepping back, he asks, "Do you do massages, or just cut hair?"

"Oh, I do pretty much everything here. I've just only cut your hair. Why?"

"I've got another appointment tomorrow for a massage with Mary at 4 p.m. If you're available, perhaps you could take care of me instead. We could talk further."

"Oh...I don't usually work Friday afternoons, but sure, Dan. I can do that for you. But I don't think you'll be able to change my mind."

"Well, then we'll just have a pleasant conversation," he says as he hands her a $50 bill for his $22 haircut. "Keep the change. I'll see you tomorrow!"

"Absolutely. I'll see you tomorrow. Bye!" she waves as he walks away and out the door.

Sarah sits down to collect her thoughts. Her mind is swirling with conflicting emotions and possibilities, both excited and terrified. Her reverie is disturbed by a growing aroma that tantalizes her senses. She recognizes it as the smell of sexual arousal, and quickly realizes that it's her who's aroused. She looks down to see a slowly growing wet spot in the crotch of her pants. She quickly moves to the restroom, being careful not to move too fast and attract unwanted attention. Once in a stall, she pulls down her pants to find her panties fairly soaked. She quickly steps out of the pants and panties. Wiping herself thoroughly, she studies her pants. The spot is very low in the crotch and probably not visible when she's standing, she decides. There's nothing she can do about the panties, so she puts her pants back on without them and bunches up the panties. Leaving the stall, she pushes the panties down into the trash can and then washes her hands. As she's leaving, Mary comes in.

"Hi, Sarah," Mary says as she slides by her in the doorway. Mary is 25, very cute, and totally misread by most people. She comes across as the innocent girl next door, but is really a completely sex-crazed bisexual slut. She's fairly monogamous, and tends to keep a girlfriend or boyfriend around for a month or two, before they inevitably decide that Mary is just too much for them, a sexual dynamo they can't keep up with. While a couple of the girls at the spa are aware of this, because they are past lovers of hers, Sarah is not.

"OH...Hi, Mary," she replies, stopping in the doorway. "I was going to come looking for you."

"What's up?"

"Mr. Ross would like me to give him his massage tomorrow. Is that okay with you?"

"Um, sure, I guess, if that's what the customer wants," Mary replies, frowning. "Did Dan say why? Is there a problem?"

"Oh no, nothing like that. We were just having an...interesting conversation...while I cut his hair and didn't finish it, so he suggested that I step in for you and we finish it tomorrow."

"Oh, okay. As long as there's no problem with me, I'm fine with it. You had me worried there for a second. Dan is one of my best tippers. I'd hate to lose him!"

"Yea, I know what you mean. He is a good tipper."

"Definitely. So, what was the conversation about? Must be pretty good to warrant switching masseuses. You know as well as I do that most people won't switch once they've found someone they're comfortable with for anything."

"Huh...yea... I know. But it was just about our summer plans, family vacations, that kind of stuff. Nothing earth shattering," she finishes, giggling uncomfortably.

Well, I gotta pee. I'll catch you later," Mary replies, not really buying Sarah's story; but distracted by her need to relieve herself.

"Bye!" Sarah calls back as she walks out.

Mary takes care of her business and goes to wash her hands, feeling much more comfortable. Drying her hands off, she catches the scent of sex wafting up from the trash bin in front of her. Surprised and curious, she digs into the crumpled paper towels, until her hand finds something soft and damp. Making a face because she doesn't yet know what she's just found, she grasps the object and pulls it out. It's a pair of red thong panties, with a very wet crotch. Mary smiles broadly, wondering who the owner is. She brings the panties up to her nose and inhales deeply.

"Mmmm...Nice!" She licks the inside of the crotch. "Tasty, too! Whose are these, and how can I sample this sweet nectar myself?" she muses softly as she reaches down to her own sex with her other hand and strokes it through her skirt. "I'll have to be on the lookout for the telltale missing panty line," she says with a grin. "Hope they haven't already left!"

Mary wants to keep them, but has nowhere to put them. Her short skirt has no pockets. Hmm...Getting an idea, and a wicked grin at the thought of it, Mary quickly takes them back into the handicapped stall. Closing the door, she reaches under her skirt and removes her own panties, which have become a bit damp themselves over the last minute. Seeing she's wet, Mary reaches back under her skirt and inserts three fingers into her wet poon, coating them with her juices. After a quick rub of her clit with her slicked fingers, causing a shudder to race through her body, she brings her wet fingers to her mouth and sucks them clean. Mary loves the taste of her own pussy juice, especially when she laps it up directly. (Mary is very slightly built and flexible. Her idea of masturbation isn't limited to her hands and toys, but includes the ability to eat her own pussy. It's something you have to see to believe. VERY impressive.)

Having sucked her fingers clean, she puts on the mystery thong she found in the garbage, rubbing the fabric patch into her now VERY wet snatch. Her own juices don't have much of an aroma, so the smell wafting up to her still smells like the owner's. She leaves the stall, washes her hands, and tosses her own panties in the trash, not bothering to push them down under the paper towels.

Mary walks out of the restroom and goes back to work. She has one more massage appointment left before closing, and is slightly concerned that her current sexual arousal may pose a problem with this particular client, Mrs. Jacobs. Mary loves sex; but she loves her job also, and doesn't want to lose it by being inappropriate with a client. And what a client! Tess Jacobs is 32, 6 feet tall, and statuesque. She is an Irish beauty, her alabaster skin and curly red hair setting off her incredibly green eyes. Her body is as tight as a drum, with very large breasts, swelling hips, toned legs, and perfect pink nipples. She keeps a triangular patch just above her slit, trimmed to a very curly 3/8" height. It highlights a very pretty pussy. Mary should know, since she's the one who does the waxing. "Thank God today's appointment isn't a waxing," Mary thinks to herself as she walks towards the chairs to escort Tess back to a private massage room. "That would be too much to take right now." She passes Sarah on the way up front. Sarah looks up, her nose catching the scent of her pussy juices again.

"I don't feel wet," Sarah thinks. She quickly puts her hand in her pocket and feels her pussy. "Seems dry."

As she mentally evaluates her current state of arousal, she inadvertently brushes her clit with the corner seam of her pocket, causing her to jump. "Shit!" she thinks. "If I'm not careful, I'll be wet again in no time!" She pulls her hand out of her pocket and goes back to cleaning up her station. It's approaching 5 p.m. and Dan was her last appointment for the day. She wants to get home to make dinner for the kids.

Meanwhile, Mary stops walking as a thought occurs to her. She turns around.

"Hmm, not Sarah...I wonder," Mary thinks as she looks behind her to check out Sarah's perfectly tight ass. "No panty lines!" she says under her breath, but a bit louder than she meant. "This IS surprising!"

"Excuse me?" Sarah turns to Mary. "I'm sorry. Where you talking to me? I missed what you said."

"Oh, nothing, Sarah. Just thinking out loud....Say, did you notice a strange smell in the restroom? It's really strong; but I couldn't figure out where it was coming from."

"Uhh...no, I didn't. No idea," Sarah responds quickly and nervously.

"Well, whatever. I'm sure the cleaning guy will find the source tomorrow. Gotta get Mrs. Jacobs in for her massage so I can finish up for the day. See ya!"

Mary starts heading back towards the front. After a couple of seconds, she looks behind her and, sure enough, there goes Sarah scurrying to the restroom. Mary laughs to herself. "That conversation with Dan was DEFINITELY about more than summer family plans," she thinks.

Sarah enters the restroom and heads right for the trash bin. As she reaches it, she sees a pair of thong panties lying on top. She's confused.

"I buried them...and I swear I was wearing red today, not purple," she says to no one.

Picking them up, she sniffs the crotch. It smells different and much lighter.

"They couldn't have dried out that quickly."

She looks at the tag.

Shit! These aren't my brand! Who the hell's are these!?"

Digging in the garbage for hers for several minutes, she comes up empty. She's very confused. Then she remembers thinking she smelled her panties out by her station...right when Mary walked by!

"Why the hell would she switch her panties for mine?" she says to herself. "And what do I do about it?"

Looking at the relatively dry panties, she decides they're better than nothing. She goes into a stall, removes her pants, and puts them on. "It feels weird wearing another woman's underwear," she thinks, making a face. "Whatever. I need to finish cleaning up my station."

Sarah leaves the stall and restroom, almost tripping over Mary and Mrs. Jacobs who are heading back to the massage rooms.

"Oh! Excuse me, ladies," Sarah apologizes. "I wasn't paying attention."

Mary stares into her eyes with a big grin on her face. "No problem, hon. Everyone's still standing," she laughs.

Sarah gives her a cross look, still flabbergasted that Mary, or anyone, would take, AND WEAR, her obviously wet underwear. And now she has Mary's on, which makes it even stranger. Sarah doesn't know what else to say so she starts moving again.

Mary watches her go and notices the outline of a rear fabric patch of thong underwear under Sarah's pants.

"Either I was wrong and missed that before, or she's wearing mine!" she thinks.

"Excuse me for one moment, Mrs. Jacobs. I just need to pop into the restroom for a moment to...take care of a loose eyelash. Why don't you go back to room 6? I'll meet you there."

"Sure, Mary. I'll see you in a few," Tess replies as she heads down the hall.

Mary goes into the bathroom and checks out the trash bin. No underwear, as she had suspected...and hoped.

"Well, this IS interesting!" she giggles. Intrigued and aroused, she can feel herself getting wet again.. or wetter...whatever. She giggles as she gives her sex another rub through her skirt just before she leaves the restroom.

Sarah, who's pacing the hallway, totally flustered, watches her leave the restroom. Mary sees Sarah watching her and smiles. Looking around, she sees that there are very few people left in the salon. No customers are in sight, just a couple of the girls cleaning up their stations for the night. No one's looking Mary's direction. Feeling brave, and horny, she walks up to Sarah as she dives her hand down the front of her skirt and begins stroking her VERY wet cooch. She leans into Sarah, her mouth by Sarah's ear.

"I hope they're comfy. Yours certainly are," Mary whispers breathily, as she withdraws her now damp fingers from her poon and gently runs them over the back of Sarah's hand .

Sarah is shocked and speechless.

Giving Sarah a peck on the cheek, Mary quickly steps past her and heads to room 6. Talking back over her shoulder, she says loud enough for Sarah to hear: "We'll chat later."

"We need to!" Sarah calls back, totally perplexed. "I need to call the kids and let them know I'm going to be late," she says to herself. "I have GOT to clear this up with Mary...WHAT is she thinking!?"

Entering room 6, after checking her skirt to make sure there's no spot on the front announcing her arousal, Mary stops short, one hand still on the doorknob. She finds Tess removing her panties, having already removed her dress and bra. (Tess is very comfortable with her body, and never requests a towel cover during her massages.) Still, in her current state of HIGH arousal, the sight takes Mary's breath away. She tries to recover, smiling sweetly as she starts moving again into the room, shutting the door behind her. She takes a moment to turn around while shutting the door, drawing out the simple task to allow her a few more seconds to compose herself. Taking a deep breath, she turns to her client, hoping her face isn't too flushed.

"Sorry about the interruption," Mary says demurely, not meaning to sound...like a schoolgirl. "Uhem!" she coughs into her hand, trying to regain control of her voice...and other faculties. She notices that her hand is still damp, and quickly wipes it dry on her skirt.

"Thanks for working this into your schedule. I'm sure you've got better things to do than work late on my poon," Tess gushes, not noticing Mary's discomfiture.

"Excuse me?" Mary responds, confused, her voice rising in pitch yet again.

"Oh! Didn't the receptionist actually ask you?"

Putting a hand to her throat and swallowing hard, she mages to get out "Ask me what?", her voice cracking.

"I called earlier to add a waxing to my massage appointment. The receptionist told me you were with another client; and that she'd ask you when you were done...and call back if it was a problem."

"Oh...well...No problem, Mrs. Jacobs. She must have forgotten, but it's not a problem."

"Are you sure? You seem hesitant."

"It's fine, really. It's just..."

"Yes?"

"Well, it, it's personal. I really can't get into it."

"Oh sure you can, Mary. Is something wrong at home? And what's with the 'Mrs. Jacobs'? Call me Tess, please."

Tess walks up to Mary and places a tender hand on Mary's forearm. The contact makes Mary's entire body tingle, and a wave of ecstasy flows through her pussy as she experiences a sudden and VERY satisfying mini-orgasm. She bites her lip, trying to remain silent; but an audible, high-pitched whimper escapes. Her knees go weak and she grabs Tess's hand while reaching for the edge of the massage table for support.

"Are you okay?!" Tess asks, alarmed by Mary's sudden collapse and her flushed appearance. "Do you need a doctor?"

Mary shakes her head in the negative. "I'm fine, Tess. Really...This is part of the problem, to be honest."

"I'm sorry?" Tess responds as she retracts her hand quickly and steps back.

"Oh, no Mrs. Jacobs. I mean Tess. I don't have personal space issues. It's you in general. You're so comfortable with your...beautiful...body and..." Mary takes a breath and makes a decision, a decisive one. She turns to face Tess directly and steps back. "...I'm bisexual and attracted to you, sexually. I've just spent the last several minutes dealing with a situation that has greatly aroused me and, when you touched my arm, well, your gentle, generous touch gave me an orgasm...There, I've said it. Please don't have me fired!"

Tess is silent. She contemplates Mary's expression, and lowers her eyes to the front of Mary's skirt which has an obvious wet spot, which is continuing to grow before her eyes.

Now Tess can feel her own face flush, and her own pussy beginning to tingle...just a bit. She takes a half-step back and sits down on the massage table, keeping her feet on the ground and crossing her legs, trying to quell the growing warmth in her honeypot. In an effort to put herself into a more analytical, and less sexual, frame of mind, Tess decides to attack the problem with a frank discussion.

"You've been massaging and waxing me for a couple of years now. You've never been inappropriate with me. Why is this...attraction you have for me a problem now?"

"Honestly? As I said, I've had a...stimulating afternoon, and am pretty cranked up."

"By cranked up, you mean...?"

"Horny. VERY."

"Ahh. Got it. Well...while I'm flattered...really, I am...I'm not interested..Never have been into girls...So you can put the idea of sex with me out of your mind." Tess pauses, collecting her thoughts.

Feeling awkward standing in front of Tess with a large wet spot prominently displayed on her skirt, Mary turns and hops her butt up onto the table next to Tess, waiting silently to see if she'll say anymore. She has no idea WHAT she could possibly say at this point. They sit in silence for over a minute. Mary notices that the wet spot on her skirt has stopped spreading. Allowing her gaze to drift towards Tess's lap, she again admires her client's sex. It's a very pretty pussy indeed. Finally, Tess breaks the silence.

"Maybe if you tell me what happened to make you so...horny, you can relax. Like telling a good friend...We're friends, aren't we?"

"Uh, sure, Tess," Mary responds, slightly startled by the sudden break in the silence. "Th..thanks for understanding...Would you like to start with the waxing or the massage?"

As Mary shifts her gaze from Tess's poon up her body to her eyes, she notices that Tess's nipples have gotten hard as erasers, and that there's a slight flush in her cheeks. The fact that her confession is exciting her client actually relaxes Mary. She's too relieved to find that her job is probably not in jeopardy to contemplate what Tess's sexual arousal might portend, at least not right this minute.

Mary hops off the table and steps to the end, as she waits for Tess's response.

"Let's do the waxing first," she says, pivoting up on the massage table and laying on her back. Planting her feet on the table with her knees bent, she lowers her knees out, giving Mary access to, and a perfect view of, her sweet, pouty pussy.

Mary grabs a step box and sets it down at the end of the table. This allows her a better reach to Tess's pussy for the waxing. Looking back up, Mary is frozen for a moment, staring into her client's honey pot, the lips pouty and slightly parted. The entire area is becoming flushed, as Tess's outer lips continue to slowly...blossom. Several drops of moisture appear on her inner walls, and begin to slip slowly down her lips. Mary breaks her gaze and walks around to get her supplies.

"You were just staring at my pussy, fantasizing about tasting me, weren't you?" Tess says in the best conversational tone she can currently manage, teasing her, trying to keep the atmosphere relaxed.

"Sorry about that. It's VERY unprofessional of me," Mary responds as she comes to the table and positions herself between Tess's legs, her supplies on a wheeled tray next to her. She steps up onto the step box, her own hips now above the edge of the table.

"So tell me your story, while you wax this tantalizing pussy," Tess says in a dramatic, self-deprecating voice . She is well aware of her own growing sexual excitement, AND that her pussy has gotten VERY wet, VERY quickly. Not being able to hide her arousal, she chooses to make light of it.

"Although I'm really NOT interested, it is exciting to know someone wants to RAVAGE me. As you can see, you've already got my juices flowing. I may as well enjoy a good erotic story and the sexual high that might, hopefully, come with it."

Mary's head snaps up from concentrating on applying the wax to Tess's bikini line. Of course she's COMPLETELY aware of Tess's arousal. She senses an opening, and, like the sexual seductress that she is, begins to plot her next conquest.

"Oh, do you like erotic literature, too? I personally enjoy it much more than porn movies. I can imagine what's going on so much more sensually than the in-your-face sex of a movie," Mary says softly. Pretending to suddenly realize that she may be going too far, Mary quickly asks, "I'm not sharing too much, am I?"

"Oh, no honey. Not at all. I agree that a good story can be more erotic; but I still enjoy a good fuck-fest flick once in a while!" Tess laughs. "So why don't you get on with your story, before I get to the end before you even begin."

" You sure you want to hear this? You're going to think I'm a total slut," Mary warns her, really as just a courtesy. Mary is confident that Tess definitely wants to hear every lurid detail. Tess's clit rising up out of its hood shows her just how ready Tess is for her story. "Give me a sec. while I adjust the temperature in here. It feels a bit chilly to me."

"Don't adjust it on my account. I'm already hot...hot and bothered!" Tess giggles. "But go ahead if you're uncomfortable." She lightly runs her fingernails over her now sensitive pussy mound, enjoying the additional stimulation. She is careful to avoid any contact with her clit, as she is sure she would cum immediately.

Mary is perfectly comfortable, but knows from past experience that an overly warm room, and the sweat it promotes, can aid her in her seduction...Plus hot, sweaty sex is just sooo much more fun, don't you think? She finds the thermostat set at 80°. The massage rooms are kept warmer for client comfort since they generally wear only a towel or less for their massage. Mary turns the heat up to 92°. Enough, she figures, to result in copious sweating, but not so high that Tess will complain. She walks back to Tess and steps up on the box, her back to the door.

"Mmmmm. One second, hon. I have an itch I really MUST scratch. Hope you don't mind," Tess replies as she reaches for her exposed clit, unable to ignore it any longer, and lightly runs her fingernail over it, sending a shiver through her body. The sensation is more than she expected, or probably not if she had really thought about; but she isn't really thinking very clearly right now. The stimulation triggers an automatic, unthinking reaction in her; and she bears down on her clit with two fingers, closing her eyes and arching her back into the air. Her fingers slide forward over her engorged clit and into her now dripping love tunnel. Parting her wet folds and pulling back out and over her clit, she pinches it between her fingers as she presses them into her sex, feeling herself climaxing. Tess begins to buck against her fingers, her ass a good 10" off the table. Suddenly, her pussy gushes forth a stream of juices, soaking Mary's clothes. Tess continues to hump the air as her body convulses in ecstasy, her pussy continuing to squirt her juices. After riding her orgasm down for another minute, Tess opens her eyes. Mary's clothes are soaked with Tess's fluids, which also cover her face and are dripping from her chin.

"God! I'm so sorry, Mary! I didn't mean for it to go that far! I don't know what I was thinking!...And look what I've done to your clothes! I'm so ashamed!"

Mary just smiles and slowly extends her tongue, running it over her lips and in a circle as far out from her mouth as she can get, lapping up Tess's juices.

"Awe, Tess, stop," she finally says in her most solicitous voice, as she wipes up the rest of Tess's juices with her fingers and licks them clean. "It's okay...VERY. I'm the one who put you into this state of arousal. Besides, I've never actually met a real squirter. It was amazing!" Mary smiles assuringly. "This is going to be easier than I thought!," she tells herself.

"All of the women in my family are squirters. It's kind of the family's dark little secret."

"Dark secret!? More like a hidden gift, I'd say...So are you relaxed enough now for your waxing?"

Tess isn't sure what to say, watching her masseuse lap up her cum.

"Uh...Sure, Mary. And thanks for understanding...And don't think that just because I got off in front of you that we are going to have sex. It's not going to happen," Tess adds, trying to sound serious.

"That's okay. I had another pretty decent orgasm just watching you. So not only have you soaked my clothes and face with your juices, which TASTE WONDERFUL, by the way, my own have soaked my panties!...If you don't mind, I'm going to need to take off all of these wet clothes before I can wax you," Mary states as she begins to undress, not waiting for a response.

"you keep an extra set of clothes at work for just such occasions, do you?" Tess laughs, nervously.

"No, I don't," Mary replies as she drapes her blouse over a chair. Pushing her skirt down and stepping out, she just smiles at Tess, who watches her intently, her eyes questioning. Mary drapes the skirt over another chair and unclasps her bra. "I'm going to do your waxing nude."

Tess is surprised, and more than a little uncomfortable with the idea, but doesn't say anything. Her own pussy is on still fire, and her curiosity on where this might lead is getting the better of her. She just keeps watching Mary undress, anticipating seeing her breasts emerge from their confinement and finding herself eager for the sight. Her cunt continues to produce copious amounts of joy juice. Tess can feel the droplets dripping down her inner lips. Part of her mind takes note that the bra is dry and really doesn't need to be removed; but she ignores the thought. Mary pulls the bra off and drops in on the floor, watching Tess for a reaction.

Tess licks her lips as she feasts her eyes on Mary's C-cup breasts with their small brown areolas and VERY erect nipples. Mary notices and smiles as she removes her panties, revealing her bald cunt to Tess's obviously hungry eyes. The panties join her bra on the floor.

Tess, swallowing hard, says," Umm, wouldn't your panties dry out better if you hung them up?"

"First, they're not my panties, they belong to some else, who was wearing them less than an hour earlier; but we'll get to that in my story. And second, I don't want them to dry. I like the feel of pussy soaked silk against my poon."

"What? So why did you take them off?"

"Because I wanted you to see my pussy. Yours is beautiful, especially after you cum. But I'm also proud of my own, and wanted you to see what effect you've had on me," Mary continues as she slowly runs her fingers over her sex. She slides her fingers along both sides of her clit, pulling back the hood, allowing Tess a good look at her engorged clit. "Do you see how you've affected my pussy? You've made me VERY...WET."

Tess stares into Mary's honey pot, mesmerized...Finally looking up, she says laughing," I'm still not going to have sex with you.," trying to break the tension within herself.

"We'll see...." is Mary's only reply, continuing to stare into Tess's eyes. "My pussy is VERY tasty..and VERY difficult to resist."

Tess's nervous laughter trails off, the sexual tension again rising. The increase in the room temperature is already noticeable, and sweat is forming on Tess's breasts and abdomen. Mary's body is also beginning to glisten, small droplets forming on her upper chest.

For another two minutes they just watch one another, Mary looking into Tess's eyes and Tess alternating her gaze between Mary's eyes and every other part of her body, taking it all in. Tess is mesmerized, watching the sweat on Mary's chest come together in larger drops and run down her breasts, only to hang, suspended, from the tips of her nipples. Mary follows Tess's gaze back to her own breasts and smiles. Grasping her tits in both hands, she brings them up towards her mouth as she lowers her head, alternately licking the droplets from her nipples, her eyes never leaving Tess. After releasing her now sensitive breasts and straitening up, Mary decides it 's time to break the silence.

"So let's get to it. Do you still want to hear my story?"

During these two minutes Tess thought she was going to either explode or melt. The silence breaking is a surprise, a shock almost, but also a relief and she exhales forcefully, relaxing.

"Go ahead. Shock me."

So Mary starts in on waxing Tess's poon while she tells her all about running into Sarah in the restroom and everything since. She finishes her story just as she finishes waxing Tess's rosebud, the last part she ever tackles. Tess is on her knees and elbows, her back arched gracefully up towards her butt.

By this point, the room feels like it's 100°. Both women are sweating profusely. The massage table is wet with sweat and slippery, with large drops dripping onto the table from Tess's nipples.

"I have to get the trimmer. I'll just be a sec...So what do you think of my story?"

"Are you kidding me!? I've never been so turned on by a story in my life, and...and...I don't even like girls! I'm surprised you're even asking. Isn't it obvious? My pussy's dripping again, I'm so hot!" Tess says breathily as she rolls back over for the trimming, the vinyl making squishing noises as she settles into a pool of her own sweat. "At least I think it is. I'm sweating so much, it's hard to tell. You've really got it warm in here."

"I'm quite comfortable. Maybe it's just you, getting all hot and bothered!...And I'm well aware of your current state of arousal. 'Dripping again'...really? I don't think it ever stopped! I think you protest your interest in Sapphic sex too much. You came all over me just based on the idea that I'm attracted to you. Now you look like you're ready to soak me again any second. I think you do like pussy, and mine particularly, now that it's in front of you. You've probably just never been in a situation that allowed you to explore that part of you." Fixing her eyes back on Tess's pussy, Mary comments, " Wow! Is that a beautiful site. Your juices adorn your swollen lips like dew on a blooming flower." Corny, but poetic...and it works for Tess, as Mary thought it would.

Tess blushes, not knowing what to say. The itch has returned with a vengeance. She lowers her knees until they're almost in line with the plane of her body, her feet coming together at the end of the table. Her pussy opens further, her juices dripping freely onto the table now. She doesn't know why she did it, and feels suddenly awkward about it; but she isn't sure how to recover. Quickly pulling her knees back together would be an admission that she has done something inappropriate.

"I came because I brushed my clit and allowed myself to act on the sexual urge it created. You being attracted to me only got my body primed. It didn't set it off," Tess defends herself, knowing her argument is weak.

Mary ignores it, preferring to focus on Tess, and Tess's assets.

"God, Tess. You do have a gorgeous pussy! What a waste. No man will ever appreciate the...gift of your womanhood... like another woman," Mary finishes, her voice at the same time mater-of-fact and sultry. "Have you ever even had a chance to be with another woman?"

"No, actually, I haven't. It's never interested me."

"Well, I'd say that you're interested now," Mary replies breathily, trying to further increase the sexual tension in the room. Mary sooo wants to dive into this succulent pool of womanly nectar before her. But she's an adult, and is determined to act like a mature one, while continuing her seduction of this prime piece of female temptations before her.

Changing the subject slightly, Mary says," So Tess. I'm going to have a slight problem trimming your strip. When you were on your knees and I was waxing your perfect ass, your juices ran forward into your hair patch. Either you need to clean it up, or I will have to...And to be honest, I don't think I can do that without my hand...wondering," she finishes with a grin.

Tess giggles. "Give me a towel. I'll take care of it. Thank you for your honesty...and also the perfect ass comment. I work very hard on it."

Mary hands her a towel. As she watches Tess clean herself up, Mary has another idea.

"You know, Tess. If you'd just let me remove that remaining strip, we wouldn't have to bother with the trimmer. Have you ever thought of going full Brazilian?"

Tess contemplates Mary's suggestion, not responding.

Mary continues: "It makes waxing a lot faster, since I don't have to worry about leaving that little strip, and no trimming. You'll be amazed at how much sexier it feels. There is nothing like having a totally bald pussy!" she concludes wickedly as she lightly strokes her own bald twat.

Very interested, but not wanting to commit...just yet, Tess stalls.

"How long have you been waxing yours?" she asks.

"Since I first got pubic hair. My Mom paid for laser hair removal for my 18th birthday, so I haven't had to even give it a second thought for years."

Tess puts the towel aside and begins to twirl her fingers through her strip, allowing the fingertips to drift south and lightly brush over her engorged clit, which is protruding from its hood a good half inch. Mary watches and licks her lips, making her interest in Tess's pussy obvious.

"May I feel it?" Tess asks.

"Excuse me?"

"May I...touch your pussy? Just to feel what the smooth skin feels like," Tess adds quickly, embarrassed, and intensely aroused.

"Absolutely!" Mary replies, as she steps down and picks up the step box.

She walks from the end of the table around to Tess's left, setting the box down and stepping up. Her pussy is inches from Tess's left shoulder, and less than a foot from her face. Tess is silent and dumbstruck, staring into Mary's beautiful, wet pussy. Reaching over and taking Tess's right hand, Mary places it over her sex, just above her slit. She rubs Tess's hand gently over her bald mound.

"Doesn't that feel nice? Like baby skin. So soft."

"Mmmm" is all Tess can say. Her hand is limp, allowing Mary to guide it over her mound.

Mary covers the back of Tess's hand fully with her own, the best she can, as Tess has larger hands, and rotates Tess's hand so her fingers are pointing down. Applying more pressure and pushing down, she guides Tess's hand down over her wet sex, rubbing Tess's fingers over her clit.

"Mmmmm," your hand feels nice on my pussy," Mary purrs.

She continues to rub her clit and pussy with Tess's hand, feeling no resistance from the owner. Feeling brave, and incredibly horny, Mary raises her right leg and places her foot on the table above Tess's head. Her pussy opens up fully, her juices running down her leg. Pushing Tess's hand even further down, Tess is now cupping Mary's entire sex, her finger tips brushing up against her rosebud.

Shifting her gaze from Tess's eyes over to her sex, Mary sees Tess's left hand masturbating her own pussy, all four fingers buried in her drooling box. Looking back at Tess and smiling, she decides it's time to take total control of the situation and finally land this prize.

"Sit up, please," Mary asks softly but firmly.

Tess pulls her hand out of her own pussy and tries to pull her other away from Mary.

"No, don't stop pleasuring yourself," Mary says quickly as she releases Tess's hand and grabs her other arm by the wrist with her left hand. She uses her right to help Tess sit up as she pulls Tess's left hand towards her face; and proceeds to suck Tess's cum soaked fingers into her mouth. She notices that Tess is still keeping her right hand in contact with her cunt. After sucking Tess's fingers clean, Mary guides the hand back to where it came from, curling Tess's fingers back into her drooling box with her left hand. Her right grinds the palm of Tess's hand into her cunt, humping her hand for several minutes. Finally she curls her fingers inward, forcing Tess's fingers into her hot snatch, humping her right hand while Tess continues humping her own left, Mary's palm pressing down on Tess's hand, increasing the pressure on Tess's clit. After another several minutes of this, Mary's body begins to convulse, her third orgasm of the afternoon beginning to wash over her, this one much more intense. Quickly removing Tess's hand from her pussy, Mary places her right hand on Tess's right breast and gropes it roughly. Transferring her weight forward onto her hands, pushing into Tess's body, Mary bends at her diaphragm, diving her face towards her own pussy.

Tess can't believe what she's seeing. She's never even heard of such a thing. She watches as Mary's mouth opens wide and engulfs her pussy, lapping up the juices flowing freely from her orgasm. It reminds her of a cat cleaning itself, but erotic...VERY erotic.

As Mary continues to feast on her own pussy, she slides her left hand down over Tess's and curls her fingers inward, pushing her own fingers into Tess's pussy, intertwining them with Tess's. Tess has never felt so full, and spreads her legs wider to allow her pussy to open further. After another minute, she begins to buck her hips once again, and can tell an orgasm is imminent.

Mary can tell also. Quickly, She stretches her body back upright and puts her right leg back on the step box. She smiles at Tess, looking deep into her eyes, as she leans in for an open mouth kiss. Tess sees it coming and opens her own mouth, accepting Mary's tongue invading her mouth. She tastes Mary's juices in her mouth and moans softly. The taste is...heavenly. Mary breaks away as she pushes down harder on Tess's pussy and gives Tess another smile, her own juices dripping down her chin. Tess just closes her eyes as she gives herself over to the orgasm that is quickly building in her honeypot.

Mary removes her hand from Tess's breast, puts her left knee up on the table next to Tess, and swings her right leg over her head, planting her other knee on the opposite side. Removing her own and Tess's hand from her pussy, Mary lowers her face over Tess's honey pot. Tess is startled by the removal of their hands from her pussy and opens her eyes, only to find a dripping pussy inches above her face. Within seconds, she feels her missing hand replaced by Mary's rough tongue on her clit and pussy. The sensation sends her over the edge, and she grabs Mary's legs, pulling her pussy down onto her own face, as she screams into Mary's pussy and squirts her juices into Mary's waiting mouth.

Mary swallows as fast as she can, while she grinds her own pussy into Tess's face, getting it slippery with her juices. Their sweaty bodies slide back and forth over one another, as they continue to hump each other's faces. After several minutes of both of them coming down from their sexual highs while gently licking each other's sexes, there's a knock on the door.

"Excuse me, Mary? It's Sarah. Are you almost done with Mrs. Jacobs? I'd like to discuss something with you."

Both Tess and Mary laugh. Mary, pivoting forward on her knees, raises her pussy off Tess's face, allowing Tess to speak.

"I'll bet she wants to talk to you. You've got her about as turned around as me, but without the satisfying conclusion," Tess giggles.

"So you enjoyed yourself, did you? Pussy's pretty good isn't it?" Mary ribs her. There's another knock on the door.

"That was amazing. I had no idea what I was missing....God, I'm exhausted. Now I really need that massage, and the rest of my wax."

"You want the full Monty?"

"Definitely. Take it all."

Mary collapses back down onto Tess, but further forward, so her pussy is resting between Tess's breasts and her head is between Tess's legs resting on the table.

"Mary, can I come in? Everyone's gone for the day; and I'd like to get going myself. But we need to talk first."

"Shit! We've gotta move before she just walks in," Tess declares, pushing Mary up.

Mary goes limp and refuses to budge..More knocking at the door.

"Why? I'm perrrfectly comfortable. I could lay on you all day," she responds.

"She's going to come in!" Tess says more emphatically.

"Good. She can finish your waxing and do your massage. I'm too beat."

"Are you crazy!?"

"No, just open about my sexuality. We haven't done anything wrong. We're both consenting adults," Mary finishes as she places her elbows on the table between Tess's legs and rests her chin on the backs of her interlaced fingers.

Before Tess can protest further, which she is about to do, Mary calls out towards the door.

"Come on in, Sarah. I need your help with something, anyway."

Sarah walks in saying," Sorry to interu..." Before her is Mary's smiling face, between Mrs. Jacobs legs, her body straddling Mrs. Jacob's own. Mary's bare ass is hiding most of Mrs. Jacob's head, which now pops up to look at Sarah, giving her an awkward, weak smile.

"Excuse me!" is all Sarah can manage as she quickly reverses direction and starts to back out the door.

"Wait, Sarah!" Mary calls out. "Come on in here. I told you I need your help."

Sarah stops backing up, frozen in the doorway.

"Do you mind coming in and shutting the door?" Mrs. Jacobs pipes up. "Mary may not mind being discovered by whomever might stroll by; but I certainly do."

"Oh, sorry, but as I said through the door, everyone's gone, including the other employees," Sarah replies as she steps back in the room and shuts the door behind her. "Even Georgette has taken off." She stands with her back against the door, taking in the scene, not sure what to say. The next thing she notices is the heat in the room. It's oppressive!

"So how are you enjoying wearing my underwear?" Mary asks, breaking the silence.

"Uh, fine...What's going on? Are you two...a couple?"

"Oh, nothing like that. I was just telling Tess about finding your panties in the bathroom while I was working on her waxing. One thing led to another, and bang, we were eating each other's pussies like sex depraved animals," Mary explains, the smile never leaving her face.

"Can you please get off of me?" Tess asks. "And that's not EXACTLY what happened. You seduced me, you vixen," she adds, playfulness AND defensiveness in her voice.

"Certainly...lover." Mary gives Tess a wicked look as she supports her body on all fours and gazes back at Tess's face, looking down the length of her own body. Sweat continues to drip from her nipples onto Tess's body. She then laughs and hops off the table. Tess sits up, her feet still soul to soul, her knees still lying out over the edges of the table. This gives Sarah a very clear view of Tess's flushed pussy, the lips protruding and damp.

"I, I didn't know either of you were homosexual," Sarah stammers.

"She's not, at least as far as she knew," Mary replies, giggling. "Though she may have to reevaluate her sexuality. I, on the other hand, am RABIDLY bisexual, and always have been."

"Ohh, I still like the meat stick," Tess offers. "But this has proven to be an enjoyable change from my regular sexual appetites, I must admit."

Neither woman makes any move to cover up. Tess because she's too exhausted and not thinking about it, and Mary because she really doesn't care.

"So, I'll ask again," Mary continues. "How do my panties feel? Comfy, I trust?"

"I said they're fine, thanks...Why did you take mine and dump yours?"

"I told you. I'm bisexual. And I'm generally horny. I found your panties in the trash bin, and found the aroma...intoxicating. I simply had to put them on. At the time I didn't realize they were yours."

"Can I have them back, please?"

"Sure. They're over there on the floor. They're still probably pretty damp. You soaked them pretty thoroughly, and I've since added my own juices to them."

Sarah's head snaps up.

"You...came in my panties?"

"Yes, I did. It wasn't intentional, but when Tess here squirted her joy juice all over my clothes, it kinda set me off."

Sarah turns to Tess, who blushes hard.

Lowering her head, Tess says apologetically "My family are squirters. I can't help it...God, this is embarrassing!" She buries her face in her hands, laughing uncomfortably.

"Hey, it's okay!" Mary assures her. "You were awesome. And you're a beautiful, sensual, sexual woman. I haven't had sex that good in quite a while," she finishes as she wraps an arm around Tess, comforting her.

Looking back at Sarah, she asks "Can I have my panties back? Or would you prefer to keep mine and I'll keep yours?"

"I'll take mine back, thanks."

"Okay, then strip and give me mine please."

Sarah looks from Mary to Tess, and back to Mary, with an are-you-crazy? look.

"What? We're both nude, and just had amazing sex. What's the big deal with you taking your clothes off next to that?"

"Are you okay with me changing in here, Mrs. Jacobs?"

"Tess, please," she responds as she lifts her head to address Sarah. She looks totally drained. She nods her approval.

Sarah begins to kick off her shoes and remove her pants as she says "God, it's hot in here!"

Having removed her pants, Sarah hooks her thumbs in the panties and pulls them down, stepping out of them. She picks them up, and extends them towards Mary as she walks towards her.

Mary takes them and brings them up to her nose, inhaling deeply, as she checks out Sarah's VERY hairy bush.

"Ahhh! God, you smell great! And what a hair patch! I haven't seen a bush that large since my mother's. Your clean bikini line only accentuates it. Different..."

Sarah glares at her for a few seconds, and walks over to the underwear pile on the floor. Picking up her own panties, she feels the crotch.

"Damn. It's still soaked. I can't put these on yet. Guess I'll have to go commando for now."

Turning back to where she had dropped her pants, she sees Mary pick them up and begin to neatly fold them.

"Uh. Thanks, but that really isn't necessary. I need to put them back on," Sarah says as she walks up to take her pants back.

As she reaches for them, Mary steps away, extending her hand holding the pants away from Sarah.

"Hold on a sec., will ya? Before I give these back to you, I need to discuss something with you," Mary explains.

"And what's that?"

"I never finished up Tess's waxing because, well, I got too distracted by the sex. I'd like you to finish it, and then give her a massage. We never got to that, either."

Looking at Tess, Sarah asks "Are you okay with that, Mrs. Jacobs?"

"Whatever. I'm too tired to care who does what. And again, call me Tess, please."

"Okay, Tess." Turning to Mary, she asks "Why can't you just do it yourself?"

"Well, initially, when you first knocked and I thought of it, I was pretty exhausted from having three orgasms within an hour, so I just wanted to relax and have you finish up. But now, I'm feeling rather refreshed, and could do it. But, honestly, I'd rather watch you do it..."

"Fine" Sarah replies, as she picks up the step box and moves it back to the end of the table, her lower half still exposed. She doesn't even try to get her pants back. Honestly, it's too damn hot in the room to put them back on.

"naked."

"Excuse me?" Sarah says, her head snapping around to focus on Mary.

"I said...naked. We both are, and I'd like you to be. It doesn't seem like you have a problem with nudity. And, frankly, I'd like to...study your bush while you work. I've never had one, or known anyone with a bush as thick as yours. It's interesting to me. Besides, I've always wanted to see your massive tits."

Sarah looks at Mary as if she's looking at a crazy person. She then looks over at Tess for her reaction to Mary's bizarre request.

"Doesn't matter to me either way. It's a strange request; but I don't see the harm. Mary's obviously still pretty cranked up, so you can humor her...or not."

Sarah looks back at Mary, contemplating how this afternoon had someone spun completely out of reality. The exhibitionist part of her is getting really turned on, especially after Mary's comment about wanting to see her tits. The earlier conversation with Dan and his proposition isn't hurting, either. "If I'm ever going to have sex in front of other people, in front of cameras, I'd better at LEAST be able to be comfortable nude in front of a couple of women. It's never bothered me with Amy; but she's family," she says to herself.

"Please?" Mary implores her.

"Oh, whatever. What do I care?" she replies as she pulls her blouse over her head. "Actually, it's a relief. It's too damn hot in here for clothes. To let you in on a little secret, I used to basically live like a nudist in my own home before I had my kids," she continues as she removes her bra, freeing her massive EE-cup breasts, the nipples protruding about an eighth of an inch. They bounce free as Sarah throws her bra over by her shoes and blouse. She lifts and caresses the bottom of her breasts, where sweat has already formed from the heat. Her hands slide freely against her skin as she hefts them up.

"God, I hate bras! I always look forward to the end of the day when I can free the girls from those damn things."

"If I had tits like yours, I'd refuse to wear one," Mary proclaims. "They're too impressive to cover up."

"Well, thank you!"

Sarah is enjoying the feel of her slippery hands on her breasts. She is beginning to get wet again, the two ladies watching her caress her breasts exciting the exhibitionist part of her.

"They are nice," Tess agrees. "And very little sag. You could probably pull off going braless."

"Nah. My nipples get too erect when I get turned on. They would show through too much."

"Really? They don't seem that pronounced," Mary responds, walking up to the side of the table for a better look. "Nice and pert, but not so much that it would be a problem, unless you're wearing a thin fabric."

"This is almost relaxed for my nipples. They aren't that excited right now," Sarah explains. "But watch how they grow."

Sarah grabs her nipples between her index fingers and thumbs and begins to rub and pull on them. They are slippery; and her fingers keep slipping off the tips. They quickly begin to distend to about a quarter inch.

"Well, that's not too bad," Tess opines as she begins stroking her own nipples. "Mine stick out further than that. See?"

Mary and Sarah look at Tess's expanding nipples.

"That's more than mine will grow. They max. out at about quarter of an inch," Mary confesses.

"This is only about half way," Sarah assures them, getting frustrated that they seem to have stalled in their arousal. She pulls on them harder, squeezing her breasts at the same time, trying to increase her arousal. Looking up from her chest, she concedes defeat.

"Damn! I'm just not sexually aroused enough to show you; but believe me, girls, they extend to over half an inch! Usually I play with my nipples as part of foreplay when I masturbate; and they get long and firm quickly. But I suppose they don't really max out until I'm actually playing with my pussy."

"You're probably also being held back by our presence," Tess offers. "I imagine you don't generally masturbate in front of other people."

"No...not...generally," Sarah laughs, felling slightly awkward and embarrassed that she can't just say "No" honestly, as if they know something they couldn't possibly know. "But in this instance I think having you two watch has actually helped me get this far. Oh well, I give up."

As Sarah's hands begin to drop from under her breasts, Mary reaches over and places her hands over Sarah's, pushing them back and keeping them in place under her breasts.

"Maybe you just need a little help," Mary suggests, as she begins to run her fingernails over Sarah's nipples.

Sarah is shocked, and speechless. She looks from Mary, who's smiling right back at her, over to Tess, who just shrugs.

"What do you want me to say? I told her, I don't know how many times, that I wouldn't have sex with her, and what happened? She gave me one...no, two!! of the best orgasms of my life! Give her a chance. I'd really like to see how big your nipples can get."

Sarah thinks about it for a few seconds, Mary still teasing her nipples with her fingertips. They begin to respond. "This is certainly one way to see if I'm cut out for porn," goes through her mind.

"Well, okay," Sarah acquiesces, pulling her hands free of Mary's. Moving around behind Sarah, Mary reaches forward under Sarah's armpits, cupping her massive jugs from both sides. Sarah reaches back and rests her fingertips on Mary's thighs, lightly stroking them with her nails.

Mary continues to play with Sarah's nipples for several minutes, as Sarah moans softly and closes her eyes. They are now at 3/8 of an inch.

"Tess, can you get off the table for a few minutes?" Mary requests. "Sarah says they'll grow to over half an inch and we're not there yet. I'd like to have her lay down so I can get better access."

"Sure," Tess agrees as she pulls her legs back towards her and swings off the right side of the massage table, leaving a puddle of her sweat behind.

"What?" Sarah asks, opening her eyes after feeling Tess's legs pulling away from her hands. She had become lost in the sensation of another woman's hands on her sensitive nipples. "What's going on?"

"We're moving you," Mary explains. "I'd like you to lay down on the table so I can work on your nipples more comfortably. They're not as long as you claim yet."

Looking down at her nipples, Sarah checks them out.

"Oh, okay." Looking at the table, she says "Let me get a towel quick to clean up the table."

"No. Leave it." Mary demands, somewhat sharply. Continuing in a softer tone, "I personally enjoy lying in a pool of my lover's sweat. It's...enveloping!".

Sarah gives Mary a "Whatever, you nut job" look, and lies down on the table, the vinyl again making squishing noises as Sarah settles into Tess's puddle. Sarah senses that she's not only being enveloped in sweat, but also female love juices, the mixture making a pleasing aroma. Closing her eyes and inhaling deeply, she stretches her arms out over her head and allows them to go limp on the table. She closes her eyes and relaxes.

Mary steps over next to Sarah and begins running her fingernails all over her breasts, circling the nipples and scratching over the top occasionally. Sarah purrs from the pleasure. After several minutes, Sarah feels something wet on her left nipple. Opening her eyes, she finds Mary tracing circles around her nipple with her tongue. She doesn't protest, just looks over to Tess to see her reaction. Tess has pulled up a chair and is squirming in it, clearing becoming aroused. She closes her eyes again and moans a bit more. Mary's left hand continues to play with her right breast.

After a couple of more minutes of licking and then sucking on Sarah's left breast, Mary stops to check out her work. Sarah's nipples are pushing half an inch in length; but she's not sure she's gotten them as long as possible, though she can see how this could be a problem if not wearing a bra. She notices that the right nipple, that she hasn't been licking or sucking, is a bit shorter.

"Tess, why don't you take over on the right one, and I'll stick to the left. I think the sucking is what's really getting them up."

Sarah opens her eyes hearing this, and turns to her right to Tess to see her reaction. Tess's left leg is draped over the chair's arm and her right hand is stroking her pussy, while her left is roughly twisting her own left nipple. She looks deeply into Sarah's eyes and smiles.

"I'd love to...lover," Tess responds breathily, looking at Mary.

Sarah smiles, relaxes, and closes her eyes again, enjoying all of the attention. "Maybe I really could have sex in front of other people. This certainly feels VERY comfortable," she thinks.

Tess pulls her chair right up next to the table and grasps as much of Sarah's breast as she can with her right hand, while with her left she goes back to playing with her pussy. Both Mary and Tess lower their mouths towards Sarah's nipples, looking into each other's eyes as they do. As they begin to suckle and lick Sarah's nipples, Sarah cries out, her body finally coming around to full arousal.

"Oh, my God...Oh, yes...That feels wonderful!" Sarah moans.

Sarah moves her arms from above her head and rests her hands on the two ladies heads, caressing their hair as she pushes their mouths down harder onto her tits. Tess actually thinks she can feel Sarah's nipple expand in her mouth. She sucks harder. Sarah begins to buck and crosses her legs, trying to apply some pressure onto her dripping pussy.

Mary sees this out of the corner of her eye, and wanders her left hand down to Sarah's bush. She begins to run her fingertips through it. She finds it not so much thick as just long and very curly. It's actually fairly sparse. But it is damp with sweat. As she continues to work her fingertips towards Sarah's slit, Sarah uncrosses her legs and pulls her feet up and together, dropping her knees, as Tess had earlier. Seeing Sarah open herself to further sexual exploration, and feeling that Sarah is now open to, and sexually connected with, Mary and Tess, she flattens her hand over Sarah mound and slides her hand forward, searching out her clit. Finding it quickly, she continues to slide her hand over it, allowing it to slide between her index and middle fingers. As Mary's fingers complete their pass over Sarah's clit, and it catches in the crook of her fingers, she begins to rub Sarah's outer lips, keeping her fingers side-by-side and moving them back and forth. Sarah's pussy opens up, allowing Mary's fingers to delve into her folds. Mary continues to slowly rub Sarah's outer lips, as she begins to bite her left nipple lightly, puling as she does.

"OHHH!!" Sarah cries, and bucks against Mary's hand.

Mary continues to minister to the outside of Sarah's pussy, making the pleasure last and intensify slowly, not wanting to make her cum until she is truly ready to explode. After several more minutes, during which Sarah has gone from bucking to almost convulsing, it's become so violent, Mary feels another hand slide down her arm and on top of her own. Looking up without releasing the nipple in her mouth, she sees Tess smiling at her, her own mouth full of distended nipple. Tess looks from Mary down to their hands on Sarah's sweaty sex, willing Mary to follow her gaze. Mary does. Tess pushes down on Mary's hand and curls her fingers, forcing both sets of fingers into Sarah's freely flowing honey pot. Sarah cries out loudly and brings her feet up together, right up to her pussy, her heels forcing the two lady's hands deeper into her pussy, while at the same time opening herself up as much as possible. After maybe 10 seconds, Sarah crosses the threshold and has a MASSIVE orgasm. Her juices run out of her pussy and between Mary and Tess's fingers profusely. She continues to buck against their hands for a full minute.

Once Sarah calms down, Tess and Mary remove their hands, keeping their fingers intertwined. Mary walks around the head of the table, never letting go of Tess's hand. They come together and engage in a tongue lashing kiss. Tess lowers her right hand to her side, pulling Mary's along with it. Once at her side, Tess disengages her slippery hand a and reaches for Mary's pussy, brushing over her clit and then pushing her fingers into Mary's wet box. Mary does the same to Tess. After several minutes of them finger fucking each other, Mary pulls her fingers out and raises her hand to Tess's mouth, offering her the tasty treat. Tess greedily sucks Mary's fingers into her mouth; and removes her own hand from Mary's poon, offering her the same treat. Mary, too, sucks the fingers greedily.

"Uhh...girls?" Sarah interrupts, her breathing still labored. "My nipples are going to relax, at least some, quickly. If you want to see them at their best, you'd better take a look.

Mary and Tess pull apart and turn to Sarah. They both get wide eyes as they view Sarah's incredibly erect nipples.

"Holy shit, Babe!" Mary exclaims. "I think you undersold them! Not only are they a good 3/4 inch long, but I'd guess they're a at least half an inch across!"

"Damn! These are the nicest, sexiest nipples I've ever seen!" Tess chimes in.

"But still, I wouldn't worry about not wearing a bra with these babies. It took quite a bit of stimulation to get you to this point. That's not bound to happen just going through your day, possibly having a fantasy or two," Mary adds assuringly, remembering the reason this entire sexual...event, happened.

"I don't know," Sarah says. "They sure felt this big and firm when I was talking to Dan earlier."

"What exactly did you two talk about, anyway?" Mary inquires. "And don't give me any crap about summer vacations."

Sitting up on the table and pivoting to her right side, where Mary and Tess are, she replies " Why don't I tell you while I finish Tess's waxing. Full Brazilian, was it?" She wiggles her butt into the ever larger pool of fluids on the table, now consisting of all three ladies' sweat and love juices.

"Absolutely!" Tess replies as they switch places.

Tess lies back on the table as Sarah takes up her position between her legs. Rolling the supply tray into reach.

"I'm going to have to clean you up a bit first. Your juices may prevent the wax from grabbing properly," Sarah explains as she begins to rub Tess's pussy with a hand towel, inadvertently stimulating her clit as she brushes over it.

"Oh! Easy!" I've had enough stimulation for one day!"

"Sorry, Tess."

"Talk about juices! Take a look at your own!" Mary interjects.

Sarah looks down and sees pearls of her juices all throughout her lower bush. She reaches towards it with the hand towel.

"Please stop!" Mary says quickly, somewhat imploringly.

"What?" Sarah asks, looking at Mary.

"Please, let me take care of cleaning you up...Please?" she ends, looking deep into Sarah's eyes.

Sarah is silent for just a few moments, and then smiles broadly, realizing what she wants to do.

"Sure, I 'd love for you to!"

Mary comes over as Sarah steps back off the step. Stepping aside, she allows Mary to kneel down on the floor between the step box and the table, her back to the table. Her lower legs extend beneath the table, so her back is up against it. Sarah moves the step box back and steps up on it. Her pussy is at chin level with Mary.

"You do your thing and I'll do mine," Sarah says.

Reaching around Sarah's ass and grasping her cheeks, Mary begins sucking the juice off Sarah's bush, munching it like cotton candy, being careful not to make contact with Sarah's probably still sensitive pussy, simply enjoying the flavor..and the musky odor emanating from her bush. Meanwhile, since Mary IS being careful not to further stimulate her, Sarah goes about completing Tess's waxing. Since Mary had already completed the tough parts, it didn't take long. 3 strips and it was basically done. A few more minutes of tweezing the strays, and Tess's pussy was bare.

"There you go," Sarah announces only 5 minutes after she started. "You're all done. Bald as a baby's bottom."

Tess sits up to check out her new poon, while Mary pushes Sarah back, getting up from the floor. Standing up, she too checks out Tess's new look.

"Now doesn't that look nice?" Mary addresses them both. "Your alabaster skin looks totally hot hairless!"

"Oh! It's sensitive! Like the rest of my bikini line was the first few times I got waxed."

"But do you like it?" Mary asks again, her fingertips lightly brushing over the newly exposed sensitive flesh.

"Oh, definitely."

"I agree. It is VERY nice," Sarah concurs. "Shall we move on to the massage?"

"Yes...please. I need a massage more than ever. I'm so tired!"

"Ha, ha. Mary wore us both out!" Sarah responds as she gestures for Tess to roll over onto her stomach. As Tess rolls over, she almost slides off the table, it's gotten so slippery.

"Woops!" Sarah exclaims as she reaches over and catches Tess's side. As she grabs for Tess, Sarah almost slips on the tile floor. Her own feet are slippery with sweat and there's a fair amount puddled on the floor around the table. All three women have been sweating profusely. Sarah centers Tess on the table, finding she can slide her around almost as easily as you can move a person floating on their back in a pool.

"We need some water," Sarah declares. "The way we're all sweating, we'll dehydrate."

Sarah walks over to the mini frig and opens it, stopping to relish in the blast of cold air.

"God, that's refreshing!" she sighs, as she grabs 3 bottles of water. She walks back and hands one to Tess, tossing another to Mary. All three take a minute to drink the bottles down.

"Wow!" Tess remarks, wiping her brow. "I didn't realize how thirsty I was!"

Mary nods her agreement, collecting the empty bottles and tossing them in the recycling bin. She then takes a seat by the wall, lightly playing with her pussy as she watches the other two.

"Would you like a towel cover?" Sarah asks as Tess gets comfy.

"What? Seriously?" Tess laughs. "I think we're way beyond covering up here."

"I agree. But it's policy to ask," Sarah explains as she begins rubbing oil into Tess's shoulders and upper back.

"Is it policy to seduce your clients and allow them to gratify you sexually?" Tess inquires, still chuckling.

"I don't think so. Just a nice perk!" Sarah jokes. "But I didn't seduce anyone."

"I was referring to Mary on that one."

"I didn't hear any complaints when your juices were gushing all over me," Mary retorts.

"That's true."

"So tell us what happened with Dan earlier," Mary requests.

"Who's Dan?"

"A client of ours who makes porno movies for a living. "It was after a conversation with him this afternoon that Sarah had to shed her panties, they were so soaked with her pussy juices."

"So tell us what happened," Tess agrees.

"Okay. Let's see...where to start?"

Sarah continues the massage as she tells her story, working her way from the upper back down to the lower and onto Tess's bottom. Tess hums to herself quietly, clearly enjoying the massage and the story, as Mary continues to play with herself, listening intently. Given what they've already shared, Sarah feels she can get away with giving Tess a much more intimate massage, one she's always wished she could get from Dan, but never has. Moving to Tess's left side, Sarah works the fingers of her right hand into Tess's left butt cheek, her left hand pushing into the lower-most back muscles on the same side. She grips the entire cheek with her hand, her fingers slipping into Tess's ass crack as she works the small muscles of her pelvic floor. Tess spreads her legs a bit farther and purrs her appreciation. Sarah's fingers slip into her pussy, and she massages the muscles from the inside.

Tess's body responds and her juices begin to flow once again. She lifts her butt and pulls her legs in so she's on her knees, legs spread, her ass in the air. Sarah moves back to the end of the table.

"Back up towards me, Doll," Sarah requests.

Tess complies, knee walking back until her feet are hanging over the edge, her ass and pussy inches from Sarah's body. Sarah goes back to massaging Tess's left lower hip area, her fingers again sliding easily into her dripping poon, working the muscles from the inside. Her left hand begins working the back of the left upper thigh.

"God, this is heaven!" Tess exclaims. "I need to get all of my massages like this! It's sooo much better! Relaxing and arousing at the same time."

"Maybe from Sarah or I," Mary says, giggling. "But I don't think the rest of the staff would be terribly comfortable with it...though you don't know 'til you ask. You never know. You're the client."

Mary gets up from her seat and joins Sarah at the end of the table. Sarah moves to the left side of the table, keeping her hand in Tess's poon, but shifting her left hand to work Tess's quadricep. Mimicking her motions on Tess's right side, the fingers of her left hand sliding into Tess's pussy to join Sarah's easily, she begins to work the muscles of Tess's right quadricep and lower hip.

"OH...MY...GOD!! I wonder if I could get Georgette to do this for me," Tess laughs.

"Ha! I doubt it; but it would be interesting," Sarah opines. "She's actually quite an attractive older woman. She's probably in her fifties, considering how long she's had this business; but looks to be in her late 30's or early 40's. I've known her through our church for almost five years now; but have never found out her age. She's a very nice woman; but pretty conservative. We go to a VERY conservative church."

Georgette is the owner; and is actually in her upper 50's. Sarah has known her since she was a teenager, when she babysat Georgette's and her husband, Kyle's, kids. They live on the west side of Naperville, within blocks of the church the Larsons still drive to every Sunday. A very good looking woman for her age, her hair is completely white, though her skin is still very firm, making her look like someone younger who went white early in life. Mary and Sarah laugh at the suggestion.

"Well, YOU go to this very conservative church, and just look at what you've been up to this afternoon." Mary points out.

"Hmm, you've got a point. You never really know, do you?" Sarah agrees. "Georgette IS pretty hot for her age. I wouldn't mind tasting that succulent, perfectly aged poon.

Tess and Mary giggle.

"So what are you going to tell Dan tomorrow?" Mary asks, getting back to Sarah's story. "You'd be awesome in a MILF flick. It sounds fun. Hell, if he needs any younger girls, I'd be interested!"

"Me too!" Tess adds. "As long as my husband never sees it...On the other hand, it might make a great Father's Day gift. Really put some more spark in our sex life!...Not that's it's bad now."

"Do you really think he'd be okay with it?" Mary asks incredulously.

"I don't know; but probably. I know he's going to lose his load when I tell him about how I spent my afternoon! He's been trying to get me into a threesome with another woman since we were dating. When that never went anywhere, he suggested swinging, thinking if I fucked another guy while he did the wife, I might get interested in joining them. My husband is a total horn dog!"

"Well, I'll let him know that I have a couple possibilities for him," Sarah replies. "I'm sure he'd be interested. Your bodies are incredible. You, Mary, are sexually aggressive, and creative. You, Tess, are beautiful almost beyond words, with the most gorgeous alabaster pussy I can even imagine...I don't know what I'm going to tell him about me. Though I'm certainly more interested, and willing, now than I was an hour ago."

"Awe, thank you, Sarah!" Tess says. "That's the nicest compliment I've ever received from anyone, and way too gracious. I'm no different than anyone else."

Sarah turns to Mary. "Am I exaggerating?"

"Not even a little bit. Tess, I've been attracted to you for a reason. You're drop-dead gorgeous! It's not like I have a problem meeting and bedding women. The reason I've never approached you isn't just because you're my client, it's because I thought you were WAY out of my league!"

You guys are too good to me," Tess replies, blushing profusely at the compliments. "I'm going to have to tip you both..huge!"

"Oh, please," Sarah replies. "You helped give me one of the best orgasms of my life. I should be tipping you!"

"I'm glad I could be a part of it."

"Okay, time to turn you over. Mary, I can take it from here. Why don't you go have a seat."

Mary withdraws her fingers from Tess's pussy and her right hand from her leg. Walking back to her seat, she licks and sucks her fingers clean, enjoying the Irish beauty's delectable taste. Tess rolls onto her back and scootches back up on the table. Sarah climbs up on the table, on her knees, straddling Tess's lower torso. She begins to work the front of Tess's shoulders and down to her breasts, kneading them thoroughly. She smiles down at Tess, who is taking the opportunity to examine every inch of Sarah's gorgeous body before her. Every freckle on her enormous jugs, every crease in her abs when they flex as she bears down on Tess's chest. As Sarah continues to work the front of Tess's body, she relaxes a bit onto Tess, her bush brushing against Tess's newly exposed poon.

"Oh! That tickles!" Tess exclaims as she reaches up to caress Sarah's magnificent breasts, paying special attention to her nipples.

"Sorry," Sarah replies, and lightly moans her approval as she allows her knees to slide out, her sex coming into contact with Tess's. She continues to massage Tess's breasts as Tess responds by humping up into Sarah's pussy.

"Mmmmm!" Sarah responds, gripping Tess's breasts roughly, her fingernails biting into the tender flesh, drawing blood. She lowers her head and begins humping Tess back, grinding her pussy into Tess's.

"Unggh!!" Tess cries out, the pain in her breasts exciting her further.

She grips Sarah's nipples, now at their full size again, firmly, pulling on them almost cruelly as her fingers slide over them. Sarah cries out in pain, and a moment later Tess's fingers slip off the end of her nipples, pinching them as they pass the tips. The sensation is incredible, and Sarah looks into Tess's eyes, her hands loosening their grips on Tess's jugs.

"God, that hurt! But it felt so great when your fingers slipped off the tips. It was like an electric shock!"

Sarah, closing her eyes again, continues humping Tess's sex, her knees completely off both sides of the table, her nails digging back into her breasts. Tess grasps Sarah's forearms and closes her own eyes, grunting in unison with Sarah as they hump each other, the pain in her breasts only adding to her sexual excitement. She knows she is about to cum.

"OH SHIT! I'M...GOING...TO...CUMMMM!" Tess screams out, her pussy juice shooting out of her and splashing off the back of Sarah's pussy and ass. Mary sees Tess bucking and jumps out of her chair, rushing over to kneel behind Sarah. She begins lapping up Tess's juices, dripping off Sarah's pussy and rosebud, and running down her ass. As she tongues Sarah's sensitive rosebud, Sarah begins bucking back into Mary's face, having her own orgasm and adding her juices to the tantalizing cocktail Mary is greedily lapping up, sucking the juice from Sarah's dripping snatch.

After several minutes, Sarah calms down and releases her grip on Tess's breasts, seeing that she's drawn blood as she looks up.

"Oh my God, Tess! I'm so sorry!" she says as pushes Mary away, getting up and off the table. She steps up next to the table, caressing Tess's injured breasts. "I am so, so sorry!"

"Don't worry about it," Tess assures her, stroking her arm lightly. "I actually enjoyed it. You made me cum again...after already having had two orgasms in less than an hour. Now that's never happened! Lucky me!"

"Why don't we get cleaned up?" Mary suggests. "I can't believe I'm the one saying this, but it's getting late."

"Yea, it is; but I've got one thing I'd like you to do for me first," Sarah responds.

"What's that?"

"I'd like you to give me a full Brazilian."

"Really?" Mary replies. "I was just thinking earlier how much I like that your bush really holds onto your scent. I think it would make eating your pussy much more of a sensory feast, both taste AND scent. I was hoping to find out."

"I'll tell you what. You can eat my pussy now, in all of its hairy glory, wax it bald, and sample it again after. If Tess wants to stick around, and assuming I don't pass out from too much sexual exertion, we can both listen to your comparison of the two. What do you think, Tess."

"Oh, I can definitely stick around; but I don't appreciate being left out. I'd like to eat your pussy before and after also."

"Damn! I'm not sure I can handle that much stimulation. My poor puss is going to be raw! Why don't you two share the experience? I'm pretty flexible," she suggests as she hops up on the table.

Lying down, Sarah scootches towards to the end, her bottom slightly hanging over. She places one foot on each side of the table, over the edge, pushing against the leg corners as she spreads her knees until they're level with her body, her pussy as exposed as it can be. Her hair is soaking up the pool of fluids in the middle of the table.

"Come and get it, ladies!"

Mary & Tess step up to Sarah's sex, Mary on the left and Tess on the right. They both run their hands over Sarah's upturned inner thighs and trail their fingertips lightly towards her pussy, working in a mirror-like synchronicity, as if they are acting with one mind. They tease the tender flesh between her pussy and rosebud as they turn to one another and share a kiss. Sarah is already tingling and moaning from the light touch. Kneeling down, they both approach Sarah's pussy and take turns planting light kisses on the inflamed lips, occasionally biting and pulling on one. This continues for quite awhile. Sarah raises her ass in response, her moans increasing.

"Don't tease me so much! Eat my fucking pussy already!"

The ladies dive in, their faces cheek-to-cheek, their tongues swirling around each other's within the folds of Sarah's pussy. Their noses buried in Sarah's bush, the smell IS intoxicating. Eventually, Mary drops lower to begin circling her tongue around her rosebud, lifting Sarah's ass for better access, while Tess goes higher to lick and suck her clit.

Sarah begins to buck wildly, gripping her breasts and twisting her sweaty nipples as she cries out.

"OHH! FUCK!...OH...MY...GOD!...AHHHHH!!" Sarah screams as she cums, and then collapses, losing consciousness.

Her hands slip from her breasts and hang limp over the floor. Her feet slide down the table legs and dangle. Her body begins to slide to her left as the momentum of that leg falling pulls her off-balance on the slippery table. Mary & Tess quickly stand up and stop her from falling, pushing her further up the table and lifting her legs up onto it. Having gotten her safely positioned, they position themselves on either side of her, stroking her hair as they try to rouse her. Her breathing is calming down and she's smiling. Sarah is now more asleep than unconscious. The ladies continue to stroke her hair while they tease her nipples.

After a couple of minutes, Sarah begins to purr as she wakes.

"Mmmmm, that was wonderful! Thank you so much, ladies." Opening her eyes, she looks back and forth into theirs. "My lovers. You're so good to me," she sighs. Putting her hands behind her head, she gets serious.

"So, what did you think? Does the bush do anything for you?"

"It was awesome!" Mary replies. "I love your bush. Please keep it!"

"Tess, what do you think?"

"I do love your scent, which your bush does seem to hold onto; but having just had my own poon waxed bare... and loving it, I wouldn't deny you that pleasure."

"So there we have it. A split decision. So I cast the deciding vote. And I vote for...bald pussy!"

"Awwwe!" Mary whines, dejected.

"Hey, it'll grow back, if I decide I don't like it gone. You can always hope!" Sarah consoles her newfound lover.

"Yea, I guess. If not, I can always look for some other hairy pussy to eat," she responds, smiling. "Maybe Georgette's! Though I doubt it'll taste or smell as good as yours... Of course, it's more aged and, like a prime piece of meat, might be even tastier!"

"Awe, both thank you, and ewe!...Now, down to business. Wax this pussy, will ya?!"

"Sure," Mary agrees, as Sarah relaxes back.

Tess goes over and takes a seat, needing time to recover herself. She sits down on one of the plastic and steel chairs, thinking it's a good thing that they are, and not covered in fabric. They'd be ruined if they were. She wiggles her ass on the slippery seat, enjoying the feel of the rough plastic pulling slightly on her lower lips as she moves side to side.

Mary gets to work on Sarah's bush, first trimming it down to half an inch. She works from the outside in, first cleaning up the bikini line and anal area. This is familiar territory to Sarah, and she doesn't think anything of the slight discomfort as Mary yanks the strips off her body. Mary then applies the wax and strips to the her upper pubic mound, stopping just shy of her pussy. As she yanks the first strip off, Sarah cries out, the pain surprising her.

"OWE!" she cries, taking a deep breath as the sting subsides. "That certainly hurt more than I thought it would."

"You baby!" Mary chides her. "Tess didn't make a sound. Besides, if it helps, that's nothing compared to the pain you're going to feel when I remove the hair from your lips. Particularly since they're sensitive right now due to sexual stimulation. Focus on that, and this bit here won't seem so bad," Mary suggests, giving her a sarcastic grin.

"Ouch!" Tess laughs. "This is going to be hard to watch."

"Gosh, thanks. Something to look forward to," Sarah replies wryly.

Mary goes back to removing the strips. Sarah clenches her jaw and takes it, only uttering a soft grunt after each strip. It's over quickly enough, though cleanup of the few hairs that didn't stick to the wax is still to come. Mary will take care of those last. Next comes the hard part: the hair on the outer lips, particularly the lower area. Mary applies the wax and strips, trying to cover as much area as possible with each strip. She wants to minimize the number of pulls for Sarah. She manages to cover most of it with just two strips, one on each side. She supposes that it will hurt a bit more taking so much at once; but at this level of pain, she doubts it'll make a difference. It's going to hurt, ALOT, regardless.

"Are you ready?"

"No, but go on. Get it ove...AHHHH!!" Sarah screams. "FUCK!!"

"Sorry. Thought the anticipation might be worse than the actual removal. Guess not."

"Jesus, Mary. A little warning, will ya?"

"Got it. On the bright side, you're already half done!"

"Great!" She replies sarcastically. "You're really lifting my spir...AHHHH!! SHIT!! You did it again!"

Tess starts laughing her ass of, falling off the chair doubled up in laughter.

"Yea, but you're done, except for the clean-up. Didn't not knowing it was coming help even a little bit?"

"Tess! Thanks for the support!" Sarah barks, turning her attention away from Mary, and trying to ignore the fire in her crotch. She props herself up, leaning back against her elbows.

"I'm sorry!" Tess manages to get out between fits of laughter. She really caught you off-guard! The shocked look on your face, being cut off midsentence, it's funny, trust me. And in Mary's defense, I think she did the right thing."

While Sarah and Tess are talking, Mary quickly applies more wax and strips, pulling up most of the remaining hairs. Sarah winces but doesn't say anything. Mary is all business now, wanting to finish up this torture of her lover and hopefully new friend. She grabs a tweezers and plucks the few remaining hairs.

"There. All done."

Sarah looks down at her fiery red crotch. She closes her legs, trying to will the remaining pain away.

Tess comes over to inspect Mary's work. She kneels in front of the table and spreads Sarah's legs, wanting an up-close look.

"Nice job! Looks VERY tender, though. Maybe this will help."

Tess leans her face into Sarah's pussy; and gently licks her outer lips. She Starts from just in front of her rosebud and follows the left lip up, one edge of her tongue just catching the inside edge of the other lip. She then starts over, licking the other side. Tess's mouth fills with the sweet-salty taste of sweat and pussy juice.

"Mmmmmmm, that really helps," Sarah sighs as she relaxes back onto the table.

"Allow me to further distract you," Mary offers, as she moves to Sarah's right side and starts licking long circles around her breast, working the circle in tighter as she "climbs" Sarah's breasts with her tongue, gradually reaching the "summit" and circling the sensitive nipple.

After several passes over Sarah's engorged lips, Tess can't resist the pot of gold in front of her any longer. She reaches under Sarah's legs, grasping her hips and pulling her into her face. She opens her mouth wide and clamps her mouth over as much of Sarah's pussy as she can, her tongue darting forward into those invitingly soft wet folds. Sarah responds immediately, wrapping her legs around Tess's neck, pulling her in tighter, beginning to moan.

Mary feels Sarah's body moving; and pops up off her breast to see what's going on. Seeing Tess is already sampling Sarah's goodies, she climbs up on the table, her legs behind Sarah's head and her breasts hanging over Sarah's. Looking at Sarah, she smiles, and proceeds to rub her tits into Sarah's' enjoying the feeling of Sarah's large, firm nipples sliding over hers. Moving forward, she straddles Sarah in a 69 position. Sarah pulls her pussy into her face, attacking it with long, probing licks that run from her clit to her rosebud. Tess pulls back slightly, allowing Mary access to Sarah's pussy also. Mary gives Tess a passionate kiss before diving in herself sucking Sarah's clit into her mouth. Tess drops further down and begins licking from Sarah's rosebud to the bottom of her pussy, driving her tongue between her folds. Sarah raises her ass slightly to give Tess better access to her rosebud.

Sarah's body is too spent to respond physically, but she is enjoying herself immensely, continuing to eat Mary's pussy at a languid pace as her own gets double-teamed. After another 10 minutes, her energy level is just too low to continue.

"We need to stop," Sarah announces reluctantly.

She pushes Mary's lower body up, and Mary gets up on all fours and then off the table. Tess stands up and stretches.

"Ohhh, it feels good to stretch!" Tess exclaims. "I'm glad you decided to say stop...Don't get me wrong. I love eating your pussy; but I'm running out of gas, and need to get home. My family is going to be wondering where I'm at."

"You guys need to work out more!" Mary ribs them.

"Hah, hah. Very funny, you little whipper-snapper," Sarah replies, shaking her finger at Mary like an old lady, and quickly reaching out to give her left nipple a pinch.

"Hey! No fair!"

Tess and Sarah laugh.

"We need to get showered up before we can dress. We all smell of sex and sweat," Sarah declares, dropping into the role of the practical mother she is. "Tess, you can use the one in this room. I'll go next door and Mary can use one across the hall." (Every room has a shower for clients who would like to wash off the oils remaining on their skin after a massage.)

"Why don't we just share this one?" Mary suggests.

"Why don't we just share this one?" Sarah repeats in a mocking voice. "You know why. Because we'll end up having sex again; and Tess and I have families to get home to."

"Fine, party pooper!" Mary retorts, and then sticks out her tongue at Sarah in jest.

"Don't try tempting me with that talented tongue of yours. It's lost its magic for me, at least for today!" Sarah jokes back as she heads to the thermostat, turning it down to 72° for the night.

Sarah and Mary leave the room, leaving their clothing behind. Sarah props the door open with a chair on the way out, allowing the hot air to escape the room. They all shower and meet back in room 6 after. Sarah is the last to get back. Tess and Mary are already dressed. Tess is mopping the floor; and Mary is wiping down the chairs and table with a towel.

"Thank you, Tess!" Sarah exclaims as she begins to collect her clothes. "You don't have to do that. Mary and I can clean up."

"Oh, I don't mind. I was done and dressed before Mary got back here. I almost slipped as soon as I put my heels on, so I went looking for a mop, and found one in a closet down the hall."

"Well, we appreciate your help," Mary agrees.

"Wow. The room cooled down quickly. It's actually comfortable in here again; but it still smells like there was an orgy in here."

"I'll run these towels down the hall and run a load overnight," Mary offers.

"Thanks. I'd promised Georgette to take care of that before I leave, and I'd forgotten."

Mary collects the cleanup towels and heads down the hall.

Sarah picks up her panties to find them still quite damp, so she sets them aside and pulls her pants on. Picking up her bra, she considers it thoughtfully for a few seconds. Setting it aside with her panties, she picks up her blouse and puts it on. She and Tess go about tidying up the rest of the room while they wait for Mary.

"Good for you!" Mary says encouragingly as she walks back into the room, noticing Sarah's lack of a bra immediately.

"What?" Tess asks, missing what Mary is talking about.

"Sarah is going total commando! No underwear of any kind."

Tess eyes Sarah's blouse covered chest critically. She hadn't even noticed that Sarah didn't have it on.

"Take a couple of steps for me," Tess requests.

Sarah complies, walking towards her.

"You look very nice, Doll. You can tell the girls are free in there as they sway slightly, yet don't look saggy at all. It really shows how firm they are. A very healthy, toned look. And your nipples are just noticeable enough to look hot, without looking slutty."

After cleaning up, Sarah asks, clutching her underwear "Does everyone have all of their clothing, on or with them?"

"I've got all mine on," Tess answers.

"Everything but my panties," Mary answers, holding them up. "They were too damp. I regret putting my bra back on after seeing you looking so comfortable and free without yours. Maybe I'll skip it tomorrow."

"Okay, well let's go," Sarah says, heading to the door.

"Oh! Wait a minute!" Mary calls out suddenly. "I just remembered something!"

Dropping her panties on the massage table, Mary heads back to a cabinet in the rear left corner of the room. Opening a drawer in the desk next to it, she pulls out a blank DVD-R. Opening the cabinet, she reaches up and taps the "open tray" button on a DVD recorder, which is hooked up to the salon's security system.

"Shit! I completely forgot about the security tape!" Sarah exclaims, walking up with Tess.

"You record what happens in these rooms?" Tess asks, shocked. She grabs another water out of the fridge.

"In today's legal environment, we can't afford not to," Sarah explains. "It protects both us and the clients. If anyone, client OR employee, claims inappropriate behavior, we have a video record that can be used to defend the salon OR help prosecute the employee."

"They record sound, also?"

"Of course. They wouldn't be very useful if they didn't. A lot of what might or might not be inappropriate starts out as verbal. If it was met with disinterest or hostility, it would probably end right there, with no VIDEO proof either way. The cameras have motion sensors, so they only record when people are present. Each room has its own computer with enough storage capacity for 2 weeks worth of video, so 'tape' is a bit of a misnomer. The hard drive is basically always full, over-writing the oldest video with the newest. As long as none of us complain, no one will watch the tape, and it will simply disappear in two weeks. I assume no one's going to complain?"

Both women chuckle and shake their heads.

"We're not supposed to be able to edit or delete the files...Mary, do you know a way to erase the last couple of hours?"

"Oh, no. I don't think that's possible," she replies as she continues searching for the specific time-stamp for the recording beginning around 4:30 p.m. "I just want to make a copy for Tess. She can give it to her husband as a gift...a very SPECIAL gift!"

Tess laughs, almost choking on the water she's trying to swallow at the same time. "God! My husband's dick is going to explode! This will be the best anniversary gift he's every gotten!"

"When's you're anniversary?" Sarah asks.

"Today, actually. That's why I wanted to get waxed today. Doug really likes to eat my pussy, particularly the first week after a waxing. We have sex quite often anyway; but for our anniversary, we always try something new...So Doug has Mary to thank for encouraging me to bare it all. That can be our new thing this year!"

"What were you planning," Mary asks. She's found the file and the copy is already being created.

Tess blushes, not answering.

"It must be good, whatever it is," Sarah snickers.

"Come on. Out with it," Mary encourages her.

"I...I was going to let Doug fuck my ass for the first time."

"Oh..." Sarah replies softly.

"That's great!" is Mary's response. "I love a good ass fucking!" Looking at Sarah, she points at her. "YOU should give it a try before you pass judgment. You may be surprised!"

"Hmm. You misunderstand. I’m not passing judgment. I’m actually wistful. I haven’t had my ass fucked by a real cock since before I my son was born. My husband, John, lost interest in anything remotely sexually…non-standard, a long time ago.

“Wow...Well, that sucks!” Tess sympathizes.

Mary nods her agreement.

Okay," Mary announces as the DVD-R drawer opens. "All done." Turning to Tess, "Here you go. Have fun!"

"Thanks." Turning back to Sarah, "But your producer might, assuming you decide to do his movie," Tess offers, smiling wickedly.

""I still don't know if that's going to happen; but you give me a good idea. Mary, make another copy for me, will you? I can give it to Dan as an audition tape if I decide to go ahead with this."

Mary loads another blank and begins copying.

"Tess," Sarah says in a serious tone. "You need to make it very clear to Doug that he CANNOT show this video to ANYONE. Tell him that if he does, you'll cut him off forever...I'm sure Mary and I can keep you satisfied." she ends, smiling.

"And tell him if he's a good little boy," Mary adds "and does what he's told, you might be able to arrange for him to star in his own video with the three of us."

Tess's eyes get huge, staring at Mary in surprise. After maybe 10 seconds to process Mary's suggestion, she turns to Sarah with more of a questioning look in her eyes.

"Would you be open to that?" Tess asks, her voice both incredulous and hopeful at the same time.

"I suppose I'd better be if I have any chance at being able to perform with total strangers and cameras rolling."

"So you're going to do it, then?" Mary asks.

"I still don't know; but at least I'm definitely feeling more open about sharing my sexuality."

"Aren't you two taking a helluva risk making such an offer without ever having laid eyes on or met my husband?"

"Sure, technically" Sarah answers. "But you're physical perfection, and I can't see you married to some toad that you couldn't go out in public with."

Tess blushes again.

"You've also always struck me as a strong personality," Mary adds. "You wouldn't marry an asshole or put up with him if he became one."

Tess chuckles.

"Well, you're right on both counts...as far as Doug is concerned," Tess adds quickly, not wanting to sound vain. "Doug is movie star gorgeous and a great guy. Think Patrick Warburton from 'Seinfeld' ."

"Ohhhhh," Sarah responds, covering her mouth, her eyes wide. "That guy's gorgeous!"

"Who?' Mary asks. "I've only caught the show a few times."

"Did you see the episode where Seinfeld buys a car from Elaine's boyfriend?" Tess asks.

"Yup. I saw that one," she replies as she ejects the second disk.

"He was the boyfriend."

"Ohhhh," Mary responds. "Now I get Sarah's reaction. He's a hotty! If you're looking for something REALLY new for your anniversary, I'm available this evening," she ends hopefully, closing up the cabinet.

"Oh, no. My bald poon and this disc are going to be all he can handle for one night!"

"Besides," Sarah adds. "That would lessen his incentive to keep the video to himself."

Handing Sarah her copy, Mary proceeds out of the room, the other two following. Sarah switches off the light on the way out, leaving the door propped open so the last remnants of their scents can dissipate overnight. No one notices Mary's panties still lying on the massage table.

Reaching the front door, everyone stops.

"Everyone got their bag?" Sarah asks, clutching her own, which she had grabbed on the way by her station.

Both ladies hold up their purses.

"Great. Why don't we say our goodbyes before we leave?" Sarah suggests. The street is still fairly busy with cars and foot traffic.

"Sure," Tess agrees as she leans in and kisses Sarah, then Mary. "Let me know what you decide about doing that movie."

"Definitely," Sarah responds, watching Tess step out the door. "Have a great evening with Doug!" She calls after her as the door closes.

"Bye ,Mary," Sarah says as she turns and hugs her, then gives her a kiss, which Mary extends and tries to turn into a tongue lashing. Sarah pulls away. "You just never run out of energy, do you?" she says, laughing.

"Not often," Mary replies, a big smile on her face.

"You've made this quite a memorable day for me...Thank you."

"You're welcome. And thank YOU. I've never been with an older woman before. You were great!"

"Older woman!" Sarah barks back, feigning insult. "Young enough to rock YOUR world!"

Mary laughs. "True enough!"

Laughing, Sarah says "Head on out. I'll see you tomorrow. I've got to arm the alarm."

"Okay. See ya." Mary heads out the door, smiling back at Sarah as she releases the door.

Once the door shuts, Sarah turns the remaining lights off and arms the system. She walks out the door and waits for it to shut. She locks and then pulls on it to ensure that it's latched. Satisfied, she walks off to her car.













CHAPTER 2 - PIZZA AND PUSSY: THE DINNER OF CHAMPIONS

As Sarah pulls into the attached 4-car garage, Jason opens the inside door for her, waiting impatiently for her to come into the house.

Sarah grabs her purse, checking to make sure the side pocket, with the DVD inside it, is zipped shut. She also pulls her damp panties out and shoves them in her pocket, making sure she keeps her hand below the dash, so Jason doesn't see what she's holding.

"Hey, Jason," she greets him cheerfully as she walks through the door. "Sorry I'm so late. How was your day?"

"Fine, Mom, but I'm STARVING!"

"Oh, sure. I'm sure you're just about to pass out on the kitchen floor," she laughs sarcastically.

"The fridge is empty," he states, ignoring her remark.

"Why didn't you just make a pizza?"

"We're out."

"Okay. So why not order one?"

"No cash."

"Jason, you know I can't stand it when you blather on so," Sarah ribs him. "Just get to your point, will you?"

"Ha, ha. Real funny, Mom."

"Here's a fifty," she says, fishing in her purse. "Where's your sister?"

"Took off to Tonya's as soon as she heard you'd be late. She's staying the night."

"Oh, okay...Damn, where's my cash?" She continues searching her purse, Jason watching intently for the promised $50. Finally checking the side pocket, she finds a small wad of folded bills stuffed down beneath the DVD. Pulling them out, she peals out a $50 bill and hands it to Jason.

"What's the disc for?"

"Oh, nothing...Some music one of the girls at work thought I'd like."

Jason just nods, the answer uninteresting to him, and heads for the phone. Sarah heads upstairs to change, dumping her purse on the kitchen counter. After ordering a pizza, Jason notices his mom's purse sitting there, and remembers the music disc.

"I wonder if it's got anything good on it," he says to nobody, unzipping the pocket and removing the disc.

He examines the disc for any indication of what type of music it contains.

"Hey, this is a DVD," he realizes. "This'll hold a LOT of music, or a lot of crap, depending on your taste," he laughs to himself.

Looking up the stairs, he decides he hasn't got time to check it out, but can burn a quick copy to listen to later. Jason runs into his dad's office and spends the next several minutes copying the disc.

Upstairs, Sarah has stripped to nothing and is going through her closet, looking for…something.

“Hell, I know what I’m looking for, and I’m already in it: my birthday suit!” she says to the closet.

Turning to the full length mirror on the door, she examines her body critically.

“Not bad for a mom over 40,” she smiles. “God it was great to be naked around complete strangers again. So natural and so…stimulating! I hate to get dressed again,” she mutters. "May as well make it worth my while and put on something sexy for John. Maybe I can get him to break routine and fuck me on a weekday."

Finally settling on a semi-sheer white cocktail dress and no underwear, she quickly redresses, pulling the dress down over her body, the rough weave shocking her sensitive nipples as it passes over them.

"Owe!" she yelps, grabbing her breasts as fire shoots through her tits.

She rubs them gently for a minute, waiting for the pain to lessen. Finally comfortable again, she assesses her outfit critically. Her nipples are like large erasers, clearly visible poking into the fabric. The fabric is way too sheer to wear sans undergarments, Sarah's areolas clearly visible through the material. The dress is completely form-fitting, ending just above her knees. It's hugging her hips but not showing off her still tender poon too noticeably, probably just because she's got no pubic hair left to see, poke through. Half of her knows this is completely inappropriate attire for her son to see her in; but her other half is ready to go back to romping around the house nude, so she figures that this is a good compromise. She re-assesses herself in the mirror.

“Sensuous and sexy in a comfortably casual sort of way without looking TOO slutty,” she decides. “Perfect.”

Heading back downstairs, Sarah is careful not to shift around or move her arms too much, to keep the fabric from sliding over her sensitive nipples.

Hearing her coming down the stairs, Jason grabs the disc, runs back to the kitchen, and puts it in her purse, quickly taking a seat on the other side of the counter before she comes around the corner. He turns to watch her walk into the room, the copy still sitting in the burner, momentarily forgotten.

"Did you order yet?" she asks as she pads into the kitchen in her bare feet.

"Yup. It's coming."

Jason’s eyes grow large as he takes in the sight of his barely clothed mother, her erect nipples totally visible through the sheer fabric. His eyes quickly scan the rest of her body, giving her an appreciative grin at the sight of her tight abs outlined under the fabric. He continues his downward scan and can find no hint of a panty line...or bush.

"Great," she says as she walks up to her purse, standing on the opposite side of the breakfast island from her son. "What did you order? I'm pretty hungry myself."

As she says this, she notices the side pocket is unzipped. Quickly looking inside, she sees the disc safely tucked away. She zips it shut, trying to remember if she'd zipped it before going up to change. Shaking it off, she turns her attention back to Jason.

"Large Hawaiian."

"Can you spare a few slices, and a few more words?"

"Sorry, Mom. Sure, we can share."

"Great, can you help me empty the dishwasher while we wait?"

"Okay."

The dishes get put away in silence. Both are comfortable enough with one another to not feel compelled to fill the time with banter, though Jason is too distracted trying to catch cleavage shots of his mother to talk anyway. After another 15 minutes, the doorbell rings.

"I'll get it," Jason says as he jogs to the door.

Opening the door, he sees his favorite delivery girl, Marilyn. She's a junior at Jason & Amy's school, and in Jason's advanced geometry class.

"Hi, Marilyn!" Jason greets her enthusiastically, stealing a quick glance at her perky nipples poking into her shirt before making eye contact. Marilyn's breasts aren't large, a respectable B-cup, but she never wears a bra; and the outline of her nipples is generally visible through whatever she's wearing.

"Hi, Jason! How's it going?" She catches him checking out her tits and smiles.

"Oh, fine. So how much is it again?"

"$14.75," she replies, handing him the pizza.

Taking the pizza with one hand, he reaches into his back pocket with the other, pulling out the fifty.

"Can you break a fifty?" he asks as he turns his attention back to her.

She's casually circling her left nipple with the fingertips of her left hand through her blouse, smiling broadly.

"Not usually, but I just delivered 2 pizzas before yours, so I can this time."

"Uh, great," he says, handing it to her, his eyes never wavering from the sight of her quickly firming nipples.

Looking over his shoulder to see who else might be within earshot and view, Marilyn sees no one, as Sarah is just out of view on the kitchen side of the breakfast island. The driveway is, of course, quiet behind her. Turning her attention back to Jason, she unbuttons the top of her blouse and opens it wide, exposing her taught breasts and perky nipples to Jason.

"It IS hot out tonight, don't you think?"she comments playfully.

With her chest still exposed, Marilyn takes the fifty and pulls a thin stack of folded-over bills out of her pocket. Placing the fifty on the bottom, she pulls out a twenty, then a ten, and then begins counting out 5 ones.

"Just give me $25 and keep the rest," Jason stops her, feeling magnanimous with his mother's money, appreciative of the tit show...and horny. He can feel his cock rising in his shorts.

"Thanks, Jason!" Marilyn says appreciatively as she hands over the twenty and ones, pocketing the ten. "The great tip wouldn't be because I'm showing you my assets now, would it? I'd hate to think the view is only worth 10 bucks," she ends in a pouty voice.

"Of course not," he replies quickly, feeling caught. "The tip is for the delivery. Your tits are beyond value!" Jason reaches up and lightly rubs her right nipple between his fingers as she places his change in his free hand.

Marilyn's face flushes bright red; and she tries to pretend it's no big deal, electricity racing through her pussy. Looking down at Jason's crotch, his growing erection is obvious. She'd heard some of the girls talking in the locker room about the size of Jason's tool; and from the large, growing bulge she'ss seeing, they probably understated the truth!

"If you've got a few minutes, maybe I can help you with that," she suggests, grasping the back of his hand and drawing it into fuller contact with her breast.

Jason begins fondling her breast and playing with her nipple as Marilyn begins to moan softly. She steps closer and grabs his crotch, massaging it through his shorts. She closes her eyes as Jason continues to fondle her breasts, alternating between them, the pizza forgotten in his other hand.

Wondering what's taking so long, Sarah walks to the front door and up behind her son. Looking over his shoulder, she sees his hand working over a VERY nice pair of tits, and also notices the young woman's hands groping her son's equipment. Marilyn's eyes are still shut. She's biting her lip and purring like a cat. Sarah watches for a few more seconds, surprised to find out that her son, at least to some extent, is sexually active. Not wanting to embarrass either of them, she decides to retreat back into the kitchen. Once back out of view, she decides she needs to get the two kids off the dime, as she isn't getting any LESS hungry.

"Jason!?" she calls out. "Are coming with that pizza or not? Couldn't she make change?"

Jason and Marilyn snap out of the moment. Marilyn takes a half step back and covers up. Jason turns towards the kitchen to respond.

"Be right there, Mom!" Jason responds, his cock fighting to get out, and very uncomfortable. Turning to Marilyn, he asks with a grin, "You got time for a little break?"

"Absolutely!" she replies as she steps into the house.

"Head on upstairs. My room is the first one on the left, down the right hallway. Make yourself comfortable. I'll have to spend some time with my mom and eat, or she'll get suspicious. I'll be up as soon as I can."

"Okay," she agrees with a big smile, heading up the stairs.

"See you in class tomorrow. Bye!" Jason yells out the door as he shuts it, for his mom's benefit.

Marilyn giggles at his attempt at subterfuge as she continues up the stairs.

Jason heads to the kitchen with the pizza, an image of his hand kneading her breast foremost in his mind. As he comes into Sarah's view, she can't help notice his massive erection.

"Damn! That's fucking huge!" she tells herself. She also takes note of creaking in the upstairs hallway above her. "Did she leave, or is she up in Jason's room waiting for him?" Sarah wonders, a wicked grin spreading across her face.

Jason lowers the box to cover his tented shorts as he continues into the kitchen. Sarah quickly averts her eyes to her son's face, hoping she doesn't blush and get caught noticing his condition, embarrassing him.

"Here you go, Mom. Sorry about the wait. The delivery girl...how did you know she was a she?"

"Oh! Uhhh...I heard a female voice when you first answered the door," Sarah replies in an effort to cover herself.

"Oh, right. Anyway, her name is Marilyn, and she's in my math class. We got caught up talking about what we covered today....Uh, here's the pizza.

Say, I didn't hear her car take off. Maybe she's having problems. Should we go make sure she's not stuck out front?" Sarah asks, half curious if the girl’s actually left, and half torturing her son if she’s still here.

"Oh, no!" Jason answers, waaay too quickly. "She drives one of those hybrids. They're very quiet."

Setting the pizza down and opening the box, he takes a seat at the breakfast island, Sarah standing on the other side.

"Can you grab a couple of plates, Mom?" he asks, trying to change the subject.

"Sure," she says, smirking, as she bends over to open the cupboard below the counter.

This gives Jason a very nice view of his mother's cleavage, a view he's come to appreciate over the last several years, and even more so over the last half hour. As she straitens back up with the plates, his eyes never wavering, she catches him staring.

“Jason?” she inquires sternly. “Something interest you there?”

"Oh!” Jason starts, busted. “Uh, Mom, since when do you go commando?"

"Oh, are my nipples showing too much?" she asks as she quickly looks down at her chest.

"I'll say. You may as well be topless...Very impressive, by the way."

"Uh, thanks, Jason. Why do you say that?"

Sarah places a couple of slices on each plate, extending one to Jason.

"Thanks...Well I always knew you had a large chest; but I didn't realize how firm they are. There's no sag visible at all...and NICE nips there, Ma."

"Thanks for noticing," Sarah blushes. "I think...Not sure how I feel about my own son noticing, and then commenting on, my breasts like he was talking about some girl he saw at the park."

"Sorry, Mom. You always say we can be open with one another."

"You're right, honey. Never mind. "So they look good, huh?" she ends, smiling at the compliment.

"Oh, absolutely, Mom. You've got an incredible rack."

"Hey! A little more respect for the girls, huh?" Sarah protests playfully as she sticks out her chest and cups her breasts, hefting them slightly. "If it weren't for these babies, you'd have starved to death as a baby."

Jason laughs, choking on his pizza a bit.

"What about my poon?" Sarah asks, stepping back from the counter so Jason can see her lower half. "It doesn't show, does it?"

Jason swallows hard, fighting an immediate urge to cough the food right out of his mouth, he's so caught off guard. He stares right at his mom's sex, amazed at this conversation.

"Well?"

"Wha? Oh, no Mom, you can't really see your lips or anything...It is pretty obvious that you're bald though...I never knew you...did that...not sure I wanted to."

"Ha! Sorry I'm embarrassing you. I actually just got it done today as a surprise for your father. Do you think he'll like it?"

"I know I sure as hell would."

"Thanks Honey. I think it really shows off my abs. A nice flat surface all the way down."

Jason doesn't know what else to say, and his prick is straining for release. As he calms down, they continue eating in silence, both of them too hungry to waste time yammering. Even Sarah is a bit uncomfortable with where SHE took the conversation, and is feeling slightly guilty for embarrassing her son. As they both finish up their initial serving, Jason speaks up as he grabs a couple more, Sarah grabbing the last two just then.

"You're having more? You never have more than two," Jason says, surprised and disappointed. He usually eats 5 or 6 slices himself.

"I'm HUNGRY. Work was exhausting today."

"Oh, yea. Haircuts and manicures are a bitch."

"I do a lot more than that, young man. For your information, I had a very strenuous massage appointment this afternoon. It ran over, which is why I'm late."

"What makes a massage strenuous? I thought they're supposed to be relaxing."

"For the client, sure. The masseuse works hard."

"So why was this one so much harder than most?"

Sarah stops chewing, a good excuse escaping her.

"Mom? Did you hear me?"

"What?," she responds, pretending to have spaced out. "I'm sorry, honey. I was lost in thought for a moment there. What did you say?"

"Why was this massage harder than others?"

"OH...just particularly tight muscles. Lots of knots to work out."

"Huh."

"It was quite a workout for me," Sarah continues as she stretches her arms out and over her head. "Oh! Jesus!" she exclaims, quickly lowering her arms and grabbing the front of her dress, pulling it away from her chest.

"God, this fabric is rough on my nipples! That hurts!"

She grabs both breasts, covering her nipples and squeezing, willing the pain to go away as she grimaces.

"You okay, Mom?"

"Yea, at least I will be in a moment. This material is just so coarse. I guess going commando in this dress wasn't such a great idea after all."

"You think?" Jason mocks her.

"Yea, well, I had a good day at work and was feeling particularly...attractive this evening. I think the waxing has just made my nipples very sensitive...It was a very erotic experience."

"TOO much information, Mom; but it does look great on you. Though I'm not sure it's worth it if it makes your tits hurt."

"No kidding," Sarah replies sarcastically, crossing her arms as she reaches into the dress with both hands, cupping her sensitive breasts. The soft skin of her hands feels much better on her nipples than the fabric did. She sighs contentedly.

"Hoh...much better."

Jason starts eating his pizza again, trying not to look to flustered at the sight of his mother feeling herself up. His cock is at half mast and straining in his shorts.

Sarah continues to stand there, gently massaging her breasts, unwilling to remove her hands and once again subject her sensitive nipples to her dress.

"Well, I feel ridiculous. Standing here holding my cans while my son sits before me chowing down, not seeming particularly sympathetic to my discomfort. Besides, I want to eat too, you know."

Jason sets his slice down, laughing.

"What can I do to help you, Mom?"

"Come over here and help me out of this dress, will you?"

"What!?"

"You heard what I said. Help me get this torture sack off me."

Shouldn't you just go upstairs and change yourself?"

"Maybe, but I'll give you 2 good reason's I'm not going to...First, if I take it off myself, I will be dragging it over my nipples as I do, and THAT is not going to happen. Second, if I go upstairs right now, I might just run into your pizza girl and ruin your evening."

"Wha, what?" Jason stutters, having completely forgotten about Marilyn, his mind completely fixated on his mom hot, almost naked body.

"I saw you 2 playing grab-tit and grab-cock at the front door. I also heard the upstairs floor creak as you came in here with the pizza. And I'm willing to bet there's a strange car currently parked in our driveway...Care to refute any of that, Mister?"

"You, you knew?"

"Wasn't born yesterday...though I may look like I wasn't born TOO many years ago," Sarah grins. "Oh, and a third reason: Now you probably don't know this, unless Amy has told you about it; but up until the time you were born, this house was much freer in its dress code. I want to get this family back to that. I'm proud of my body, I know Amy's proud of hers; and I see no reason for any of us to feel embarrassed or ashamed of seeing each other's bodies or being seen. I've seen you in the pool and working out. You've got nothing to be ashamed of either."

"But Mom! I'm a guy! Seeing you and Amy parading around naked, I'll be walking around with a boner all the time!"

"Oh, maybe for a few days; but you'll quickly acclimate. You'll see. Besides, you get yourself a girlfriend to satisfy your needs and you'll be much more relaxed. Trust me on that one...Now enough talk. Please come over here and help me out of this."

Jason hesitantly stands up, his semi-rigid cock bending painfully. He grimaces.

Sarah sees this and looks over the counter.

"Already got wood just talking about it, huh? Well take off your shorts before you break something and get over here."

Jason looks at his mom as he begins to unzip his shorts, not at all comfortable with his mother seeing his stiff pole; but also REALLY wanting to free it to for the relief."

"Go on. I won't bite. Besides, from what I can already gather, it doesn't look like you have anything to be embarrassed about."

Resigning himself to his mother's directed course of action, Jason slips out of his shorts and then his underwear, stepping out of both. His dick immediately swings up and, instead of relaxing now that it's free, becomes completely erect, sticking out and up from under his shirt.

"Wow, Jason! That's more than I expected. You definitely inherited your father's equipment. And you're as bald as I am! That IS a surprise. But don't concern yourself. I'm not embarrassed and neither should you be. I feel just as silly standing here holding my tits in front of you, as you do with an erection in front of me. So please come here now and help me get this dress off."

Jason walks around the counter and up to Sarah.

"Wha, what do you want me to do?"

"Grab the hem of my dress and pull it up and off, please."

Jason keeps his eyes forward as he leans to grab the bottom edge of the dress, not wanting to seem to be focusing on his mother's lower regions. So as he leans forward, his face goes directly between her tits.

"Uh, excuse me."

"Don't sweat it, kiddo. You're doing what I asked."

Jason grabs for the hem blindly but only finds fabric. Looking down, he sees that he's still several inches high of the bottom. Reaching down further, he grabs the hem and pulls up, getting a great look at his mom's inflamed pussy lips as they come into view. He gulps roughly and continues pulling the dress up until it's just below Sarah's breasts.

"Now what?"

"Uhm...pull the dress material forward away from my hands so I can remove them. Then I'll take over."

Jason does as he's told and Sarah releases her hold on her breasts. She had been unknowingly holding them up a few inches and compressing them into her chest. When she removes her hands, they fall back down and out to their natural position, her nipples catching on Jason's fingernails as they do.

"Son-of-a-bitch!" Sarah cries.

"Sorry, Mom!" Jason replies, letting go of the dress and quickly pulling his hands away, which allows the dress to snap back tight over Sarah's tits.

"Fuck!" Sarah exclaims as she grabs at the garment and pulls it up and over her head.

Tossing it on the counter, Sarah begins to massage her breasts again, the pain fairly intense.

"I'm really sorry, Mom."

"It's fine, Honey. I didn't think it through all the way. You did what I asked. Thank you...God my nipples hurt."

Jason returns to his chair and the last of his pizza, his tool still at full flag.

"Jesus, they're sensitive," Sarah complains, tentatively stroking the stiff nubs. "Shit! Even that hurts."

Grasping her left breast in her left hand, she guides the nipple up to her mouth, extending her tongue to lick lightly around the sensitive nipple, soothing it.

"That's better," she says after several seconds, grasping her other breast in her other hand and giving it the same tender treatment.

She then goes back to her left breast, spending several minutes gently tonguing the nipple and areola. Stretching her neck back before going back to the right breast, she groans.

"God, this really helps; but it's a bitch on my neck," Sarah complains, looking at Jason. "This may look really sexy in pornos; but I'm here to tell you that it's VERY uncomfortable to do for any length of time. Could I impose on you one more time to help me out? I promise I'll let you get up to Marilyn after, and she can help you with that boner of yours. I imagine she's getting very impatient by now."

"What do you want me to do now?" Jason asks as he gets up and comes around the counter, amazed that his mother is basically giving him permission to have sex with Marilyn...at least a blowjob.

"Well, this IS going to be a bit delicate, I admit. I need you to do what I was doing, while I finish MY pizza."

"WHAT!? Suck on your tits!?"

"No. Absolutely not. You're my son; and that would be very wrong. I wasn't sucking on them. I was licking them, gently. That's what I want you to do. Lick them, the areolas and nipples, very gently. DO NOT suck on my nipples, got it?"

"I don't think Dad is going to go along with any of this, the nakedness and especially...helping you out."

"I think we'll keep this to ourselves."

"Good idea, Mom," Jason agrees as he leans in and begins to lick first his mom's left breast and then the right.

He doesn't know what to do with his hands so he puts them on his upper thighs. This does help support his position, as he's taller than his mom and needs to bend over quite a bit to get at her tits. It's awkward.

"God, that feels great," Sarah gushes, relaxing. She grabs a slice of pizza and begins munching while Jason continues to work over her tits.

After about 5 minutes on each breast, Jason stands up straight.

"That better, Mom."

"Much, Honey...Could you do it a bit more? They're really sore."

Jason looks over his shoulder down the hall, wondering how pissed Marilyn's going to be when he finally gets up there.

"I know you want to get up to your fuck buddy, Dear. Just give Mom a few more minutes, will you?" Sarah pleads, trying to convince him. "I'm giving you permission to fuck a girl under my roof. That oughtta be worth a bit more of your time, yes? You can even have my last piece of pizza when you're done."

"Sure, Mom. But I need you to hop up on the counter so your tits are higher. It was really awkward for me with both of us standing."

"Absolutely. Whatever works for you," she responds happily, hopping up on the counter and spreading her legs so her son can stand between them, his face up tight to her tits.

Jason begins to lick his mom's tits again, this time placing his hands on her hips. He alternates more this time, spending less time on one before moving to the other. After just 5 minutes of this, Sarah begins to moan softly. The sensation of her son's tongue on her nipples has gone from one of relief to one of arousal.

"Mmmmm, that feels wonderful," she purrs.

Hearing this, Jason's already hard cock twitches and gets even harder. It's peeking over the edge of the counter, less than half an inch from his mother's now-very-wet pussy. He jumps a bit when he feels the first drop of Sarah's juices puddling on the counter reach his cock. This emboldens him and he moves his hands from her hips to her breasts, wrapping them around and caressing gently as he continues to lick her nipples, which are now VERY long and thick.

"Mmmmmmm!" Sarah responds to the additional stimulation of her son's hands on her tit-flesh.

Jason squeezes her breasts some, encouraged by her sounds of satisfaction. He takes a nipple into his mouth, covering the entire areola within his lips and swirls his tongue around it.

"Now remember, no sucking!" Sarah reminds him emphatically.

"I'm not, just licking around them," Jason protests, having stopped for a moment to defend himself.

"Okay, fine," Sarah replies breathily, pulling Jason's face to her other tit for the same treatment.

Jason goes back to work as Sarah gets more worked up. She can feel her juices slipping out of her, drop by drop. In her building passion, she wraps her legs around her sons waist, pulling the head of his cock towards her hungry pussy. It becomes trapped between his body and the counter edge.

"Ouch!" Jason cries as he quickly drops his hands to the counter and pushes back. This pulls Sarah forward closer to the edge of the counter, as her legs grip his waist tighter from the shock of the sudden movement. Her pussy is now fully over the edge of the counter and fully in contact with the shaft of her son's raging hard-on.

"Sorry, Honey," Sarah apologizes. "Didn't mean to crush your meat." she says, giggling.

Jason doesn't even respond. He goes right back to her other nipples, engulfing it in his mouth and sucking it hard. Srah squeals in ecstasy. The bottom of his cock is now well coated with his mother's juices, and he can feel them running down over his balls. In spite of herself, Sarah begins to hump his cock, rocking her hips back and forth, her outer lips fully spread around both sides of his massive tool, enveloping it, lubricating most of length as her cunt slides up and down over it, only his raging helmet too high for her to engage.

The sensation of his mother's pussy sliding up and down his shaft is too much for Jason to ignore. He instinctively feels the need to hump back. Removing his hand from her breasts, he grabs her ass and lifts her off the counter, lifting and lowering her as he humps the outside of her pussy, her juices quickly coating the entire length of his shaft.

Sarah is incredibly conflicted. She's almost at the point of no return of actually fucking her son, and knows it's very wrong. But she's also very close to orgasm, and craves the release. As he continues to hump her, she comes to a solution for both of them. Grabbing his right hand and removing it from her ass, she lowers her left leg to the floor. At the same time, she takes his left hand and moves it out to the crook of her right knee and raises her leg, opening her pussy further. Jason takes this as an invitation and gabs his cock with his free hand, pushing the head down into Sarah's pussy.

"No, Jason. We can't," she stops him in a husky, disappointed voice. "It would be wrong. Give me your hand."

Jason releases his grip on his cock and offers his hand to his mother, dejection on his face. Give me your other hand. Jason lowers his left hand from under her right leg. Instead of lowering her leg to the floor, she puts up over her son's left shoulder. Her cunt is now as accessible as it gets. Taking Jason's left hand, she turns it palm out towards her, her own hand behind it, cupping it. She brings it up to her pussy and curls his fingers and hers into her hot snatch. Jason gets the idea and starts working his fingers into her lovebox, all 4 of his and hers disappearing up her cunt. Sarah humps their hands aggressively, moaning into Jason's chest, sweating profusely. Her orgasm quickly builds to a crescendo. Almost there, Sarah pulls Jason's hand back out of her pussy and bends his thumb into the palm of his hand. She pushes his hand back towards her pussy but doesn't follow with her own. Instead, she wraps her arms around her son neck and looks up into his eyes.

"Fist Mommy, Darling. Ram that up my twat and fist the shit out of me 'til I cum like the dirty whore I am!"

Jason begins to work his hand into her pussy; but hesitantly, stunned and shocked by what his mother's asking for and how she asked for it.

"Do it! Do it now!" Sarah urges him on as she humps down on his hand.

Jason grabs her left ass cheek with his free hand and drives his other up into her pussy, pushing back towards her ass as he encounters the resistance of her pubic bone in the front. Sarah's eyes are shut and her head is arched back in pure ecstasy. Jason's hand slips past the last bit of resistance to its entry and slides up fully into his mother's incredibly hot and incredibly wet cunt. He begins to fuck her with his hand, wrapping his fingers around the entrance to her uterus instead of banging into it. Within seconds, Sarah climaxes, screaming into his shoulder.

"OH FUCK, YES! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!"

He entire body is convulsing, writhing like a worm on a hook as she rides her son's fist to total bliss. After more than minute of one of the best orgasms of her life, she calms down enough to open her eyes and catch her breath.

"You can remove your hand from your mother's pussy now, Dear," she tells him softly, reaching down and guiding his hand out. Bringing it up to her mouth, she licks his palm clean of her juices.

"Would you like a taste?"

"Uh, yea."

Sarah releases his hand, allowing him to taste her juices.

"Nice, huh?" she smiles at him. "Now how about we take care of your problem? Lube up your cock with my juices; and I'll give you probably the shortest blowjob of your life."

"That's okay Mom. I'd really love to; but I think you'd regret it afterwards. I can just go upstairs and have Marilyn blow me."

"God, that's so sweet," Sarah gushes as she takes his hand in hers and then begins stroking her son's tool, lubricating it with her own juices and the pre-cum flowing out the tip of his cock. "Even as horned up as you've GOT to be. You're thinking about me. No, I want to do this. I send you up there now, an you won't last 10 seconds. I need to drain you of some spuzz so you can enjoy yourself with Marilyn, and she can enjoy you. Besides, we didn't have intercourse; and that's what I really felt we needed to avoid, so I'm good."

Jason just shrugs his acquiescence, so Sarah drops to her knees, her son's meatstick staring her in the face. Wanting to get this over with quickly as her own sexual ardor wanes, she immediately sucks the head of his cock into her mouth while both hands begin to stroke it's length. Jason automatically grabs his mother's head with both hands and starts to fuck her face. Realizing that she probably didn't exaggerate and that this is going to be quick, she lets go of his shaft and grab both ass cheeks, opening her mouth wide and taking his entire unit into her mouth and down her throat. She rocks back and forth, the walls of her esophagus stroking his cock. Her lips aren't even touching his dick, she has her mouth stretched so wide open. Jason's balls begin to boil almost immediately.

"Oh shit! I'm gonna cum!"

Sarah just grips his ass harder, making sure he doesn't pull out and make a mess. She can feel his cock convulse as the first stream of his seed spurts into her belly. She continues to work his cock in and out of her throat, careful not to pull to far back that it might pop free and cover her face in jizz. Jason keeps pumping her stomach full of his man-juice for almost a full minute. Sarah milks him dry and then, satisfied she's gotten it all, sucks the head clean.

"That should do it," she says, standing up. "How was it?"

"Fucking awesome!"

"Glad you enjoyed it. I certainly did. The blowjob, and the fisting. Thanks LOADS for that, by the way. Your father hasn't fisted me since before you were born."

"Uh, anytime Mom."

"Oh, I don't think this is going to happen again," she laughs. "This was a unique set of circumstances."

"If you say so, Mom."

"I do. Now you can have my last slice of pizza and then get on up to Marilyn. You're going to need the energy more than I...I'm probably done for the night."

"What about Dad?"

"I think I'll try another night. I'm pretty spent."

"Oh..okay," Jason replies, not sure what else to say.

They spend the next several minutes in silence, Jason eating and Sarah massaging her boobs a bit more.

"So, Mom. I signed up for an Advanced Photography class this summer."

"Oh? Great! How long and what's it cover?"

"Not long. It's very unstructured. It's basically a single project, which you work on all summer, checking in with the instructor once a week to report progress and ask questions."

"Have you decided on a project yet?"

"Uh, yea, that's what I want to talk to you about..."

"Yes?" Sarah prompts him.

"I ran it by the instructor, and she's fine with it..."

"And what IS...it?"

"A nude introspective on teenage sexuality."

Sarah's eyes widen. She doesn't say anything immediately, not wanting to say the wrong thing...not sure what to say given what's just transpired.

"And you say your instructor's okay with this?"

"Yes, absolutely. She even volunteered to model for me."

"Who exactly is this instructor?"

"Tina. She's a master's student in photography and visual arts at the U."

"Well isn't she a bit old to model for a project on teen sex?"

"Actually, she just turned 23. I thought I’d go a bit beyond teenagers, and try to capture the emotional sexual maturing that occurs after the physical . You know, being more comfortable with your body and stuff. Besides, she's incredibly smart! Finished high school in two years and that was including a ton of college classes. She got her BS in Biomedical Engineering in three more."

"A master's in photography seems like a huge stretch from engineering..."

It's been a very serious hobby of hers for years. The selection committee accepted her into their program just based on a portfolio of her work!"

"You seem to know an awful lot about her. Why is that?"

"She's the photography club advisor at school. That's the only reason the class is even being offered. She suggested it to the summer course committee, and offered to run it for free, so the school doesn't need to come up with any funds for it."

"I see...Okay, moving on...Where DO you plan on getting models, LEGAL models, for this project?"

Jason smiles proudly.

"Five girls on the Varsity Cheerleading squad have agreed to model for me."

"And just how did you manage that one!?"

"That's...complicated. Let's just say I've gotten to know them very well and they trust me. Plus, to be honest, these girls absolutely LOVE to take their clothes off."

"Huh...Okay. I won't probe any further on that score....So what makes a bunch of pictures of naked young nymphs an 'introspective on teenage sexuality'?"

"That's...hard to explain. But I promise to show you the completed portfolio once it's done. Is that okay?"

Another pause by Sarah, turning this all over in her mind.

"Okay. Deal. Hell, if you’re interested in drawing out your time horizon a bit more, maybe I could model for you.”

Jason’s face breaks into a huge grin.

“That would be awesome, Mom. You’d really be interested in doing that wi...I mean for me?”

“Hah! Sure Jason. I have absolutely no qualms about showing off my body, obviously. I’m actually very proud of it.”

“You should be. You’re the hottest mom of all my friends…by a mile.”

“Thank you, Honey. Just think it over and decide if it will really add to your project. I not, no big deal. By the way, does your sister know any of these girls? She has friends on that squad."

"She knows all of them, actually,” Jason responds. “And you will definitely ‘add to my project’, even if I keep those pics just for myself,” he thinks, his cock beginning to rise again.

"So do I know them, then?"

Jason nods a "yes."

"O...K! Well that's that then. I wouldn't tell your father about it, though. I don't think he would approve."

"Oh, I know better than that. This is just one more part of tonight's conversation that Dad wouldn't approve of," Jason responds as he pushes back from the counter, finished with dinner. "Thanks for the pizza, Mom."

"You're welcome, Jason."

"I'm going up to fuck Marilyn now, if she'll let me. I'm going over to Steve's tomorrow morning. I'll probably be back by 10 or 11."

"DO you have a condom and what about school?"

"No school tomorrow. The teachers have something going on. I think she's on the pill. Otherwise I guess I'll have to pull out."

"Have you ever HAD to pull out? It not that easy when you're about to get your rocks off. I've got condoms in my side table by my bed. Make sure you grab one if she isn't on birth control."

"Fine, Mom," Jason replies, sounding exasperated. As he walks away, he continues, changing his tone to teasing "Very nice nipplage there, Mom. I'll have to warn my friends to mind their manners around you, you're going to horn them up so much."

"Jason!" Sarah calls after him, feigning indignation. "You incorrigible smartass!"

Jason laughs as he heads up the stairs.

Sarah watches him leave, reaching up with her left hand and absently tracing small circles around her nipple. "He sure kept her waiting." she says quietly to no one. She stops, shaking her head at her own atypical behavior, amazed at herself for what she allowed to transpire here this evening, and begins to clean up the counter. After finishing up, she grabs the Chicago Tribune off the mail pile and heads for the living room to relax and catch up on the news, VERY content to lounge in the nude...the way, she is POSITIVE, God intended us to be.

Upstairs, Jason enters his room to find Marilyn on his bed, eyes closed, naked, with one hand mashing a breast and the other...buried in her pussy! This is a lot more than he had expected, or hoped for. Quickly closing the door behind him, Jason strips off his shirt, having left his shorts and underwear down in the kitchen. The door latch catching alerts Marilyn to Jason's presence.

"Sorry, but I started on my own. Couldn't wait," she smiles sheepishly. "You took so long, I listened to music for awhile and then got bored with that so I started masturbating...Were you arguing with your Mom? I thought I heard some yelling over the music."

"Uh, no, nothing major. Just school stuff," he stammers out quickly, his face flushing with embarrassment at what she might have overheard had she NOT been listening to music...THANK GOD!

As his monster cock comes into view, Marilyn's eyes grow wide.

"Holy shit!" she exclaims in a subdued voice, not wanting to be heard by Jason’s mom. "Your dick is, it's MASSIVE! I don't think I can get that monster in my pussy," she finishes, shaking her head in doubt. She of course notices another feature of Jason's sex that she'd never seen before, his completely hairless pubic area and upper legs ; but had heard about it beforehand, and doesn't give it another thought. It's his SIZE that she can't get over.

"You ARE planning on fucking me?" Jason asks, slightly surprised, and thrilled. "I just thought we'd do a little fooling around, maybe a blowjob or a 69."

"I'd heard about your big cock at school, and wanted to...give it a test drive for myself; but now I don't know. I'm not even sure I can blow you!"

"Let's find out," Jason suggests as he steps up next to the bed.

Marilyn sits up and scoots to the edge of the bed in front of Jason. Grasping his cock near the base, she can barely get her hand around it.

"It is beautiful," she comments, studying it as she slowing strokes her hand up and down its length.

"Thanks," he replies, chuckling. "Give it a try. You'd be amazed how much your mouth can expand. I've had my cock down some of the prettiest throats in school"..."and one a lot closer to home." he thinks, grinning.

Marilyn looks up at Jason and smiles, still unsure.

"Okay...Here goes."

Wrapping her other hand around his tool just above the first, there's still plenty of man meat left to suck. Opening her mouth wide, she engulfs just the head and begins swirling her tongue around it. Jason immediately begins to moan encouragement.

"That's it. Suck it, baby!"

Marilyn relaxes her jaw more and drops her left hand to his sack, fondling Jason's balls as she continues to work more of his tool into her mouth. It's already at the back of her throat. She considers herself more than accomplished at the art of BJs; but this one is a challenge. She decides that she WILL conquer this challenge. Taking a deep breath through her nose, she drives forward, Jason's dick disappearing into her mouth and down her throat. She gags a bit at first, but quickly acclimates to the massive instrument.

"Oh, God! That feels awesome," Jason encourages her. He puts one leg up onto the bed and starts to fuck Marilyn's face, pumping furiously. "We need to be kinda fast here. My mom's downstairs cleaning up dinner, and could come up any time after," he grunts as he continues to hump her face, not really worrying about his mom busting in on them, but wanting to keep up appearances for Marilyn's sake, sure that SHE is concerned about being walked in on. "I'd like to get you off too, so we need to finish me quick."

Marilyn pulls off his cock and looks up.

"Awe, that's so sweet of you! Most guys would just get their rocks off and head me out the door if they're in a hurry."

"I find I get better when I give," Jason replies, smiling. "But we are in a hurry; and I definitely plan on shooting my load down your pretty little throat, so let's get back to it, okay?"

Marilyn just grins and dives back down, squeezing his balls as she removes her other hand and continues forward until her nose hits his pubic bone, her esophagus full of his cock. She pulls back and begins to deep throat him over and over. Jason grabs the back of her head and starts fucking her face for all he's worth, his face contorting. He can feel the jizz in his balls beginning to boil up. Unfortunately, he knows that he can feel that way for quite awhile before he blows, and it hasn't been that long since he dumped a load of his boy-cum down his mother's throat.

Marilyn knows this also. The girls had said he has great staying power and stamina. Definitely NOT a minuteman. After a good 10 minutes of just sucking his cock, she reaches down with her free hand, the one not fondling his nuts, and dips her middle and ring fingers into her dripping pussy, coating them with her juices. After a quick rub on her clit, which sends a shiver through her, she brings her now slippery fingers back up to Jason's asshole and begins to trace slow circles around it, pressing forcefully as she works her way around the rim.

"Oh, shit! Fuck , that feels great!" is all he can say, as he continues to fuck her face.

After a couple more laps around the rim of Jason's rosebud, she feels it relax and open up. She quickly presses in, her middle finger sliding easily into the tight orifice. She continues up into his ass until she feels the bump of his prostate and presses down on it. At the same time, she pulls down on his sack with her other hand, like she's milking a cow.

"Fuck!!" Jason yells, as his cock explodes down Marilyn's throat.

Marilyn doesn't miss a beat, releasing her grip on his nuts as she feels his warm seed splash against the back of her throat and slide down into her tummy, like swallowing warm milk. She doesn't let up her pressure on his prostate until he stops shooting his load. Finally, he's done. She pulls back from his dick and removes her finger from his ass. She burps, and a bit of his spunk trickles out of her mouth.

"Oops," she giggles, as she catches it with her clean hand and pushes it back into her mouth. "Not bad, huh?"

"That was one of the best blowjobs of my life!" Jason exclaims as he collapses onto the bed next to her.

"Thanks. I pride myself on choosing the exact moment a guy is going to cum," she says, getting off the bed. "I should probably be offended that you didn't say it was THE best; but I've heard you've had some real pros sucking on that monster lately. I'll be right back. I've got to clean the shit off my fingers."

"I'm so sorry!"

"Hey, don't sweat it. Not a big deal. For whatever reason, most times I've had my fingers up a guy's ass, it comes out…not clean. Every time it's up a girl's it comes out...tasty. I don't really understand it; but I don't really care, either. Everyone seems to like it, and if it gets you off, then it works for me." Looking around, she asks, "Don't you have your own bathroom?"

"No. You'd think so, but no. There are only two rooms on this floor with their own bathrooms: the master bedroom and Amy's. Mine and the other two don't. The bathroom is just next door on this side of the hall. If you'd have gone straight up the stairs, you'd have gone into it."

"Okay. Thanks. Be right back," she says as she leans over and gives him a quick kiss. "You still owe my pussy some attention." With that, she flits out of the room, shutting the door behind her. Jason just spreads out on the bed, resting himself for round two.

Done with the paper and wondering what is taking them so long, Sarah walks towards the stairs.

"It's been over 10 minutes," she says to herself. "That's plenty of time for a blowjob...or even a quicky...Maybe they're just waiting for me to go to bed so she can sneak out. I doubt Jason told her that I know she's here and don't care."

She frowns, concerned that her son might be having unprotected sex. Reaching the bottom of the stairs, she looks up the stairwell as she grabs the rail. There, disappearing into the main bathroom, is the cutest bare ass she's seen in...well, at least a couple of hours. Marilyn doesn't shut the door, so Sarah watches her wash her hands as she proceeds up a couple of more steps. She knows she should stay downstairs out of sight; but is drawn to this young beauty, so much like her own daughter with her slim yet hippy build.

After washing her hands, Marilyn sits down on the toilet and pees.

"That's interesting," Sarah thinks. "She washed her hands FIRST."

Sarah goes back to the kitchen to get her dress back on, figuring it'd be just too much to approach a complete stranger nude. After carefully pulling it on without it rubbing over her tits, she starts walking back up the stairs, now in full view of anyone in the bathroom, should they just look out. Her pussy is tingling and wet. She's never given any of Amy's friends a second thought; but after today, her libido is in overdrive. She is more open to new experiences than she has been since college. She watches Marilyn look around the toilet and bathroom. Realizing that the young woman is looking for toilet paper, Sarah hurries up the remaining steps, not thinking about her next step; but seeing an opening to help and, in the process, get a better look at this young, nubile body that has just finished doing...something....sexual with her son.

"Here, honey. I'll get you another roll," Sarah says as she enters the bathroom.

Marilyn's head snaps up. She hadn't heard or seen her coming at all.

"Oh my God, Mrs. Larson! I'm so sorry!" she blurts out in a frightened and anguished voice, as she tries to cover up, stopping herself mid-pee.

"Shush, shush, shush. You'll spook Jason if he hears us," Sarah says quickly, trying to calm her down. Squatting down in front of Marilyn, who's still on the toilet, Sarah takes her hands, pulling them away from their strategic positions over her breasts and pussy. As she grasps the teenager's hands in her own, she can't help but notice the perfectly bald pussy in front of her. Several drops of pee still cling to her lower lips.

"I caught you two playing grab-cock and grab-tit in the front doorway. Your eyes were closed. Then I heard you in the hallway from downstairs. So when Jason told me that you’d left, I knew that was bullshit. You have a very pretty pussy, by the way."

"I'm really sorry, Mrs. Larson," is all Marilyn can think to say...again. Sarah's comment on her pussy doesn't really register. She's still too terrified having been caught.

"Hey, it's okay honey. I'm not mad. Jason's old enough to explore his own sexual needs, besides masturbation. I just hope you two used protection, if you actually had intercourse.

"Oh, no! We didn't! I just gave him a blowjob."

"Oh, okay. You were in there for awhile, so I thought....maybe."

"No, just a blowjob."

"Didn't he do anything for you?" Sarah asks as she gets up and reaches into the cabinet under the sink for a new roll of toilet paper.

"He was going to do me...next," she answers truthfully, and sullenly.

"What, is he planning on eating your pussy, or fucking you?"

"Uh...I don't know," Marilyn replies, shocked at the frankness of this conversation.

"Well I don't want you to stop on my account, though I would like you to use protection, if you plan on fucking him, that is," Sarah chuckles.

"OH, I don't think I'm going to..." Marilyn swallows hard, still uncomfortable with this kind of talk with an adult, particularly the mother of the guy she just blew. "....fuck him."

"Are you still a virgin?"

"Oh, no. I've fucked guys before, at least a couple...but Jason is awfully big. I'm not sure he'd...fit."

"Really? I didn't know," Sarah responds, feigning surprise. "I haven't seen his....equipment for several years."

"Well, believe me. You're son is PACKING!" she intones with all seriousness, now getting…at least a little bit… comfortable with this VERY STRANGE conversation.

Sarah chuckles as she squats back down in front of Marilyn, the toilet paper in one hand. She looks Marilyn over from head to pussy, taking in all of her. She likes what she sees. Her nipples are firm nubs atop orange-sized breasts, and her pussy is aflame with unreleased sexual passion.

"Looks like you really need to get back in there and let Jason have at your pussy. You look like you're about to burst."

"You've got that right," Marilyn laughs. Spreading her legs and looking down at her pussy, she continues "I'm so horny and dripping, I'm not sure how much of that is pee and how much is pussy juice!"

"Yes, I can smell your juices, or maybe they're mine, maybe what I smell is a mix of the two. I'm not really sure. It's been one of those kinds of days...But either way, the scent is very intoxicating," she ends, giving Marilyn a wicked grin.

Suddenly Marilyn remembers Sarah's compliment of her pussy. Placing her left hand just above her pussy, she lets her middle finger drift lower, brushing over her clit. She shudders at the contact. She looks into Sarah's eyes.

"So you think I have a pretty pussy, huh?"

"Yes. It's very nice. Have you always waxed it?"

"Actually, I just started last year. I love the way my silk panties feel against the bare skin....Do you wax yours?"

"Me? Yes, but only a bikini wax...until today. I actually just got my first Brazilian this afternoon. To be honest, I can't really tell if I'm going to like how it feels because the area is so raw right know. I haven't worn any underwear since having it done. I'll give them a try tomorrow."

"May I see?" Marilyn asks, softly but in a clear voice.

Sarah considers the request for only a moment and stands up, setting the toilet paper roll aside on the edge of the tub.

"Sure," she replies as she lifts the front of her dress, exposing her pussy to the nubile teen.

Marilyn silently checks out Sarah's pussy for the next minute. Sarah just stands there quietly, waiting for her to get her visual fill, not feeling awkward at all.

"Very nice. You have the most beautiful, pouty, full outer lips." Marilyn finally says.

"Really, you think so?" Sarah asks, as she holds the dress up over her pussy and tight to her belly, trying to gauge for herself. "Well, thank you for the compliment!"

She can't really see herself very well, so she pulls her dress up over her head and off, again being very careful pulling it over her nipples, avoiding any contact, then tossing it into the corner behind the door. Standing there, now completely naked, she checks out her own pussy with a critical eye, stroking the outer lips softly as she does.

“You know, I think you’re right. They do look nice and full,” Sarah comments as she softly strokes the outside of her sex.

Seeing this, Marilyn's mouth goes dry and her pussy begins dripping even more juices. "Jason's mom is HOT," she thinks, taking in her ripped abs, trim waist, nice hips, and AMAZING tits. Sarah catches the strong smell of pussy wafting up to her, even stronger than before.

"I can tell that MY pussy is having an effect on YOU too, as strong as yours has had on mine."

Feeling slightly embarrassed again, and about ready to cum from just the view, Marilyn changes the subject.

"Uh, can you hand me the toilet paper. I should really clean up and get back to Jason...that is if you don’t mind…me going back…to fuck him. I really think I need to stuff my cunt with a serious meatstick after how aroused your pussy’s made mine…It almost hurts, I need release so badly! "

"Ha ha," Sarah chuckles. "If I know anything about my son after he gets his rocks off, it's that he tends to fall asleep if nothing else is going on. Stay right here and I'll check on him for you quick."

Sarah picks up the roll of toilet tissue from the tub; but instead of handing it to Marilyn, she walks out of the bathroom with it. The only light on in the bathroom is that coming in from the hallway, as Marilyn had never turned it on when she entered. As Sarah leaves, Marilyn notices a single line of pussy juice running down Sarah's right inner thigh, the hall light making it glisten.

She opens his bedroom door and, sure enough, he's out on the bed, only a sheet covering his manhood. Sarah is tempted to go in and playfully run her nails over his shaft; but doesn't want to wake him. "Besides," she thinks, "I've got a fresh piece of young pussy right next door just waiting to be sampled." She grins; but a large part of her is surprised at how casually she's contemplating taking this girl less than half her age to her bed. She shrugs it off and decides to live in the moment, like she just did downstairs with Jason. She leaves his door open as she leaves, thinking it might be interesting if he wakes up and hears them. She heads back to the bathroom and stops in the entry way.

"So, did you miss me?" she asks Marilyn, bracing her left hand against the door jamb, her right, with the TP, on her hip, and spreading her legs. She catches Marilyn pulling her hand back from her pussy.

"Well, I was right. Jason’s out. Were you playing with that pretty pussy of yours?"

Marilyn just looks at her and nods. She breaks out in a bit of a cold sweat, as if she had just been caught masturbating by her mother. Of course, being caught by the mother of a guy you just blew may be a close second.

"Can I have the toilet paper, please?"

"You MUST be horny," Sarah replies as she walks towards the hot teen, ignoring her request for the TP. "I was only gone for a few seconds and I find you pleasuring yourself already. You know, Marilyn, you've got a hot little body, and apparently it's getting a little too hot...Your sweating."

Sarah steps back in front of her, facing her with her legs in a fairly spread stance.

"Why don't you let me clean you up," she suggests, as she takes several squares off the roll. Setting the roll aside, she rolls up the piece she's taken off.

"I...I can do it myself, thanks."

"Ohhh, let me. Consider it a mother's prerogative. You want my son to fuck that pussy, I should at least, as a good mother, make sure that it's thoroughly clean."

Marilyn swallows hard and drops her hands to her sides. Sarah takes this as a "Yes."

"Now just relax," she says as she pushes back on Marilyn's left shoulder. Marilyn reclines against the back of the toilet.

"Good," Sarah says assuringly, in a soothing voice. As she pulls her hand away from the teen's shoulder, she lets it trace down over her left breast, intentionally brushing her fingertip over the sensitive nipple. Marilyn grabs Sarah's hand with her own and places it firmly back on her breast, smiling. Sarah smiles back, tweaks the girl's nipple, and pulls away firmly.

"Now, now, there'll be none of that...at least not yet. Your pussy needs to be cleaned; and I intend to accomplish just that."

Squatting back down, Sarah places her hands on Marilyn's knees and spreads the young woman's legs apart. She then runs the fingers of her left hand lightly up Marilyn's right thigh, while her right hand feathers the toilet paper lightly up her left. Reaching her pussy, Sarah gently dabs at the moisture there, unable to tell if there's really any pee left, or if it's all pussy juice. She pushes the used tissue between Marilyn's legs and drops it in the toilet, running her open palm and fingers over the girl's pussy as she pulls her hand back. Marilyn moans appreciatively.

"This will never do," she declares, standing up and stepping back, placing her hands on her hips.

"What?" Marilyn asks, surprised by the sudden change in proximity and mood.

Sarah gives her a stern look for several seconds, and then smiles.

"If I'm going to clean that pretty pussy of yours thoroughly, I'm going to need a rag, some more light, and, especially, more room to work."

Reaching forward and offering Marilyn her hand, she says "Why don't we go to my room, where we can both be more comfortable?"

Marilyn quickly stands up, an eagerness in her movements and expression. She's never had sex with a real woman before, just some of her teenage friends. She's confident that this is about to change.

Sarah leads her out of the bathroom and down the hall to the master bedroom. After ushering her in, she walks past her to the master bath for a rag and some lotions.

"Make yourself comfortable on the bed, honey. I'll be right with you."

Sure, Mrs. Larson," Marilyn replies as she hops up on the bed, planting herself right in the middle and spreading her legs wide, eagerly anticipating the tongue lashing of her pussy she figures is soon to follow."

From the bathroom, Sarah laughs.

"My name is Sarah," she says, walking back into the room. "Please, call me Sarah."

"Okay...Sarah."

"So, I see you've gotten VERY comfortable."

Marilyn smiles and strokes her pussy as she looks into Sarah's eyes.

Sarah proceeds to apply some liquid soap to a soft bath rag in her left hand. She uses her other hand to lather it up.

"Scooch back onto the pillows."

Marilyn complies.

Sarah sets the soap, another rag, and moisturizers down on the bed next to Marilyn's right foot. Walking around to the end of the bed, Sarah looks over her young and willing soon-to-be sexual conquest.

"God, you're beautiful!" Marilyn exclaims.

Sarah smiles broadly and licks her lips. Kneeling up onto the bed and dropping forward onto the back of her fingers, she crawls towards Marilyn. Looking over Sarah's head, Marilyn has a perfect view of the top of her ass. Looking under, she has a perfect view of her gently swaying tits, which are brushing the comforter. Marilyn licks her own lips at the sight of Sarah's HUGE distended nipples.

Dropping down onto her elbows, Sarah inspects the pussy before her as she caresses Marilyn's left inner thigh with her soapy right hand. With her left, she begins to gently bath the teenager's sensitive poon, circling her clit every so often. Marilyn is in heaven. None of her other female lovers have been quite this gentle, or their movements quite so languid. "I guess age really does breed experience," she thinks to herself.

After about 10 minutes of loving care on her pussy, Sarah turns her attention to the little nymph's rosebud. Reaching under Marilyn's bottom, she pushes up. Marilyn gets the idea and, raising her knees and planting her feet on Sarah's shoulders, rotates her hips forward and up, placing her pussy just inches from Sarah's face, and her rosebud exposed.

Sarah can't resist the treat before her, and leans in for a quick lick of the girl's clit. It tastes soapy, but she doesn't care. Marilyn jumps at the contact.

"Oh!!"

Sarah looks up. "You liked that, huh?"

"Please, don't tease me," she responds, desperately wanting to climax.

"We'll get there. Now don't you worry your pretty head about that. Just relax and enjoy yourself. We're in no hurry....Say, do you need to call someone at work? You've been gone a long time."

"Shit! I need a phone."

"Next to the bed, Darling."

As Marilyn reaches for the phone, Sarah proceeds to wash her rosebud, again tracing small, slow circles around it with the rag. Marilyn moans as she waits for someone to pick up. After a few rings, someone picks up.

"Hi, Bill? It's Marilyn.....(Biting her lip and trying not to moan into the phone as her boss talks, A LOT)....Yea, I'm fine. I just got a flat. My cell phone went dead, so I had to ask the tow truck driver who just showed up to borrow his....(Holds the phone up against her breast to cover the microphone as she squeals in delight).... They'll fix the tire at the garage; but it may be awhile. Is it okay if I don't make it back in tonight?....Great. Thanks. Bye."

Marilyn hangs up quickly.

"God, you're cruel!"

Sarah laughs as she sets the second rag she'd been using to clean the soap off aside. She squirts a bit of lotion onto her hand and begins rubbing it around and into Marilyn's pussy lips.

"And you're quick on your feet. That was a pretty good story you gave him, simple and believable. Much better than the story Jason gave me."

"Uhhhhh," Marilyn responds, oh so close to orgasm without achieving the release she badly needs.

After another 20 minutes of Sarah continuing to gently rub the lotion onto her pussy and around her rosebud, but never penetrating either, Marilyn is about to explode. She actually finds it hard to believe that she hasn't already. Her head is dizzy and she's finding it hard to focus her eyes.

"I don't know how much more of this I can take!" she exclaims breathily.

This extended sexual high is exhausting her.

"Well, you're in luck," Sarah smiles innocently. "I'm done with the lotion."

"Thank God! Please, I need you to eat my pussy. I've gotta cum sooo bad."

"We're getting there. Just one more thing I have to do."

"What's that?" Marilyn asks as she looks down her body and into Sarah's smiling face.

"Chamomile oil," Sarah responds, her smile changing into a wicked grin.

"Ahhhh!!" Marilyn screams, somewhat too loudly. "You're killing me!"

"Shhhh!!" Sarah reminds her, smiling. "...And you're loving it. Trust me. I don't want you to pass out on me or anything. I'm looking forward to sitting on your face and fucking it until I cum all over. But I feel like I'm competing with much younger and more energetic lovers. I want you to understand what an older lover can bring to the party, in patience...and tenderness. God, you look simply delicious right now! Would it be asking too much of you to allow me to send a picture of your gorgeous, nubile self to a friend of mine from work right now? She'd flip seeing you in my bed! I promise I'll give you the release you so desire right after."

"Sure! No problem at all if you want to show off your new teen whore to your friends," Marilyn replies wickedly. "Just one of your friends, not all?" she pouts mockingly.

"Oh, this a special friend that I just got to know a WHOLE lot better earlier today. This will blow her mind! Be right back," Sarah explains as she backs of the bed and walks quickly out of the room.

Going downstairs to the kitchen, she fishes her cell phone out of her purse. Finding it, she runs back upstairs.

"Okay, give me your most lascivious smile and spread those legs wide so I get a nice view of that succulent pussy!"

Marilyn strikes a pose right out of porno and grins mischievously at the camera. Sarah snaps a shot and then takes a look.

"Perfect! Mary is going to be shocked AND jealous at this," Sarah enthuses as she composes a quick text to go with the picture, reading aloud as she types.

"Hey, Mary. I really enjoyed our afternoon workout. It made me so hungry, I polished off half a pizza for dinner...Take a look at what I'm having for desert:)"

Marilyn giggles as Sarah hits send.

"Now, back to little Miss Marilyn and her poor neglected pussy," Sarah purrs in a low voice, looking into her young lover's eyes. "Does it miss me?"

"Oh, definitely yes."

Sarah crawls slowly back between the young girl's legs, kissing her inner thighs lightly, alternating between both legs and working her way back to Marilyn's swollen honeypot. Finally, another 10 minutes or so later, Sarah leans in and gives Marilyn's dripping honeypot a long, slow lick, from rosebud to clit. Once she reaches her clit she swirls her tongue around it once and bites down lightly...

That's all Marilyn can take. She grabs a pillow and screams into it, her hips bucking up into Sarah's face as she reaches orgasm and begins to cum. The sudden reaction surprises Sarah, and she pulls back, only to be sprayed in the face by her young lover's squirting pussy. Sarah quickly moves to intercept the stream with her mouth, drinking it in. She moves back in on Marilyn's pussy, clamping her mouth over it and riding her still bucking hips with her face. Finding it difficult to maintain contact, and having already had her nose bonked by Marylin's pubic bone twice, Sarah places her hands under the young nymph's as cheeks and pushes up, resting her elbows on the bed and supporting the girl's weight. The bucking immediately begins to subside and Marilyn wraps her legs around Sarah's body, as her body begins to relax, eventually going limp, riding the wave of her orgasm down the far side, whimpering and moaning in ecstasy and exhaustion.

After a couple more minutes of sucking the young woman's pussy dry, or at least so it’s no longer dripping, Sarah lowers Marilyn's body to the bed and, seeing that the girl is too tuckered to continue the encounter, she gets up, heading to the bathroom to pee and get herself off.

"Get up, honey. You'd better get back to Jason, if you've still got the energy,” she says over her shoulder as she walks. "But be quick. My husband could be home anytime now."

Marilyn opens her eyes and rolls her head to the right, following the sound of Sarah's footsteps. She slowly sits up and rotates her body towards the bathroom, dropping her legs off the edge of the bed. She sits there quietly, watching Sarah sit down on the toilet.

"I'm sorry I didn't do anything for you."

"That's okay, dear. I really didn't give you a chance, the way I tortured your pussy for so long. Anyone would be exhausted after that sexual workout. You can make it up to me some other time. I'll just take care of myself," she replies with a smile as she begins to play with her clit slowly.

Marilyn gets up and walks up to the bathroom door, watching the older woman masturbate herself to orgasm. Sarah looks at her and gives her a warm smile, carefully considering her next move. After a good 30 seconds, she decides to take a chance.

"Come on in and watch if you'd like. You might learn something," Sarah encourages her.

Marilyn walks in and sits down on the floor directly in front of Sarah, her eyes only a couple of feet from her new lover's engorged, moist pussy.

"You might want to move to the side. I've got to pee badly and plan on doing so when I cum."

"You can pee and cum at the same time? I've never thought of that," Marilyn says contemplatively.

"Sure, why not?...Ungggh!!!" Sarah grunts, her body tensing with imminent release. She can feel the orgasm building. "You just want to be in a place where you can easily clean up the mess!"

Marilyn doesn't move. She just watches Sarah intently as her fingers disappear into her pussy, her ministrations becoming more vigorous.

Realizing that the girl isn't going to move, Sarah says "Don't say I didn't warn you," as she spreads her legs, rests back against the toilet, and closes her eyes, concentrating on reaching the release she needs quickly. Frigging her clit with one hand and finger fucking her pussy with the other, here climax builds quickly. Within a minute, she feels her pussy begin to spasm. Opening her eyes and looking into Marilyn's, she relaxes her bladder as her body begins bucking with her orgasm, spraying the young vixen with her urine and, to a lesser extent, her pussy juices being carried along with it.

Marilyn jumps a little when the first stream hits her, snapped out of the trance she had slipped into watching Sarah fuck herself. But instead of retreating, or moving to the side, the again-aroused girl begins to rub the mix of fluids all over her chest, pinching end rolling her nipples as she does. As the warm liquid runs down her tummy and over her again wet pussy, she follows it with her hands, rubbing it into her swollen cunt lips. Collapsing onto her back as Sarah continues to pee on her while frigging her clit, Marilyn begins to rub her own clit, another orgasm quickly building. Pinching a nipple with one hand, and pushing down on her clit with the other, she begins to cum hard. As she does, her mind suddenly grasps clearly just how open this woman, her new lover and her friend's mother, is being with her in sharing her sexuality completely. Without another moment's hesitation, Marilyn relaxes her own bladder as her pussy begins to squirt again, her urine and pussy juice arcing up into the air and splashing down all over Sarah's body, the two competing streams occasionally colliding and spraying all over the room. Sarah, too, rubs the fluids all over her torso and into her skin with one hand, as the other pushes down on her clit, trying to extend her orgasm.

After another 20 seconds of both of them peeing and orgasming together, which seemed much longer to both of them, both of their bladders are finally, blissfully empty, their orgasms receding.

Marilyn collapses back onto the cool tile floor, flailing her arms out over her head in complete exhaustion. Sarah slides forward off of the toilet and onto the floor next to her, not bothering to wipe...What would be the point? She spreads out on the floor next to Marilyn and stretches languidly, feeling VERY sexually satisfied, after a VERY full day of being sexually freed.

After probably 10 minutes of lying there on the cool floor, catching their breath and simply enjoying each other's presence, Sarah gets up.

"We need to clean up and get you headed home, young lady," she says as she offers Marilyn a hand up. My husband may be home VERY soon, and, even if Jason were to wake up yet tonight, I don't think you'd be up to anymore action. You...we both....need to recharge our batteries."

"At least let me help you clean up...And you'd be surprised at my stamina. I could still fuck the shit out of your son!"

"Oh, absolutely, Babe, and considering that you managed to get aroused again within just several minutes of what I would consider a completely exhausting orgasm on my bed, I guess I believe that you could go another round with Jason. But what do you say, we let him rest for the night. I 'd like you to have at least one night to reflect back on what we've just shared before you fuck some else and the memory fades like yesterday's news."

"Oh, believe me. I'll NEVER forget this encounter as long as I live. It...you, were...ARE amazing!"

"Thanks for the compliment, dear. We'll clean the bathroom and then take a quick shower to clean ourselves," Sarah replies as she grabs a towel and wipes off her body and feet. Throwing the towel to Marilyn, she continues "Use this to clean yourself up a bit and then start wiping up the floor. I'm going to go downstairs and grab the Wet Swiffer so we can clean the floor properly."

"Sure," she says as she begins to towel off her body.

Sarah leaves the room and heads downstairs, part of her concerned that she won't have time to get the mess cleaned up before John gets home, and another part not really caring, actually curious how he might react to finding his naked wife in an obvious state of sexual afterglow, with another woman no less, and a young one at that! Finding what she came for in the kitchen utility closet, she heads back upstairs. She peaks into Jason's room, finding him still asleep on his back, the sheet thrown off, his rigid tool standing almost straight up, with a smile on his face, apparently having quite the sex dream. Back in the bathroom, Marilyn has the floor completely mopped up, and the walls wiped down. She is now working on the toilet. The sink cabinet looks to have been spared. Sarah goes after the floor with the Swiffer, watching her young lover scrub down the toilet with a soapy rag, her pert breasts swaying gently as she works. It occurs to her how comfortable they both are accomplishing such a mundane task as cleaning a bathroom together in the nude. This is what she remembers as the best part of her former life, before John got so nuts about nudity. Being naked is just so...natural, and relaxing.

Once the room is clean, Sarah dumps the towels and rags down the clothes chute. Grabbing a couple of fresh towels for after, they both jump in the shower together. The shower is a fully tiled enclosure with 2 shower heads, on opposite sides of the space. There is no curtain or door, just a 2 step walk from the raised threshold to the shower heads. Sarah can see in Marilyn's eyes an eagerness for round 3 as they step in.

"Oh, honey," she says in a gentle and lilting voice. "I just don't have it in me for another go tonight," she says as she backs into the cascading water, wetting her body fully.

Marilyn backs into her own, disappointment evident on her face. Soaping up a scrunchy, Sarah approaches her young..."apprentice in the sexual arts", occurs to her, and she smiles. She begins to soap up the teenager's body, turning her and starting with her back and ass. Neither hears the front door open and shut.

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