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A Mother's Love in 1949 Ch. 04

This is a story of incestuous relationships.

All characters are eighteen years of age or older.

This is a continuing story, you may want to read the earlier chapters for background.


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Saturday evening, after work, Rick told Edna about the tryst Mrs. Gaffney had set up for Sunday afternoon.

"That's great, Rick," Edna told him. "I'm very happy that she wants to see you again. It's a good day for a visit with her, too; Carol and Lucy are busy all weekend."

Carol had called Edna to tell her she was patching things up with Lucy. She thought that setting Lucy up with Rick should wait a while.

Sunday, after church services, Mrs. Gaffney made it a point to once again greet Rick and his mother. She was very friendly to Edna and complimented her for having such a fine son.

Edna sent Rick off after he had his lunch. He walked to Mrs. Gaffney's. Cynthia, now. He stepped through the back gate. It was secluded so it was unlikely anyone saw him. He tapped on the back door; Cynthia opened it clad in a very sheer negligee. When she had closed the door behind him she turned with open arms. Before he stepped into her embrace he looked at her. The shadows of her areolas and her nest of pubic hair were visible through the diaphanous fabric. Her legs were nylon clad with high heels on her feet. An enticing sight to Rick's young libido.

He let her hug him then and returned the embrace. She turned her face up to him and he bent his head to kiss her. It was a soft kiss, warm. Rick had learned from his mother. Start slow and soft.

"We have all afternoon and, I hope, a good part of the evening, Rick," Cynthia told him.

She led him to her bedroom. She had already prepared for his visit. Dark drapes were drawn. There was enough dim light to see, she had tried to make it just right.

She undressed him down to his briefs. She sat on the edge of the bed with him in front of her. She smiled as she rubbed the bulge of his hard cock. She pushed the waist band over his dick and let the briefs slide to the floor.

Cynthia leaned forward to kiss his cock standing hard and erect in front of him. "He is so nice," she murmured. "Such a nice size."

She opened the sash of her negligee and exposed her tits and pussy. She spread her legs lewdly as an invitation. An invitation that Rick could not resist; did not want to resist. He fell to his knees between the parted thighs. His entire focus on her hot, wet cunt.

Her pussy lips were glistening with the dewy drops of her juices. They were puffy with desire and gapping enough to show the red of her inner pussy. Her hands on his head pushed him to her heat. He went willingly. His tongue flicking at her labia and tasting her juices. Her heels on his back, her nylons rubbing against his face and her hands twisted in his hair; all aroused him even further. His cock was hard and throbbing as he lapped up her nectar and sucked at her clit.

He ate her until she was cumming almost constantly. He ate her expertly as he had been taught. She gasped out her pleasure and reveled in the thrills he was giving her. Her cum flowed onto his face and even his chest. He, like the woman whose cunt he ate, was in his own heaven. Nothing mattered, nothing but the pussy he ate and the wonderful orgasms she was experiencing.

Cynthia had to rest afterward. He laid beside her and she told him how wonderful he had made her feel. She stroked his cock as she talked. Stroked him softly and slowly she didn't want him to cum, not yet.

Cynthia regained her strength and found herself torn between two desires. Her mouth hungered for his cock, as did her pussy. She wished it could be both places. She knew the answer, though. She knelt beside him and leaned over to take his cock between her lips. It was his turn to gasp with pleasure.

As she sucked him she pushed her hand between his legs and fondled his balls. She knew she didn't have much time to do what she wanted. What she had prepared herself for. He was young, horny and close to cumming.

She let her fingers dance over the crack of his ass, and slid her finger into him, pushing it through the pucker of his anus. He gasped with surprise but did not object. In fact it was a somewhat pleasant feeling. He lifted his hips to her. To her sucking lips. To her probing finger.

She found his prostrate and rubbed at it with the skill learned from past experience. His gasp was like a cry of pleasure. She was enjoying this, his response excited her. When he came it was like an explosion. His cum gushed into her mouth and overflowed her lips. He was repeating over and over. "Oh my God. Oh my God."

She milked his cock with her lips and withdrew her finger from his ass. She kissed him with her mouth full of his cum and shared it with him. She drew back to look at him. He smiled up at her. He opened his mouth to show her the creamy cum she had given him, he smiled again. She laughed happily.

She had left soapy cloths, in a dish, and alcohol on the bedside table. She cleaned the finger she had put in his ass. She recalled the anticipation she had felt when she had trimmed her fingernail extra short before he arrived. She would teach him more today.

She turned back to Rick and kissed him again. "Did you like that?" She asked.

"Oh my God yes," he replied.

"Good. I'll want you to do the same to me sometimes. I'll show you how and when."

"Okay, Cynthia, Will it make you feel as good as you did me?"

"Probably," she answered. "Yes, definitely."

They rested together. Both dozed off, but not for long. Cynthia woke snuggled up to Rick with her hand resting near his cock. She sensed that it was half hard.

I feel like a young girl. she thought.This young man is doing wonderful things for me. And to me. She smiled and snuggled closer. Her hand started fondling Rick's cock.

Rick's eyes opened and he looked at her.

"Let's fuck," she whispered. "But make me nice and wet first."

Her words were enough to completely arouse Rick. He slid down to her pussy and sucked her clit between his lips. He had something to show her, maybe, if it worked.

He pushed his finger into her pussy feeling for the tiny spot of flesh he had found in Carol's pussy. It didn't take long. When he rubbed it Cynthia shrieked with pleasure and bucked her hips up into his face.

"Ooh," he heard. "Don't stop." Such words were honey to his ears. They drove him to ever higher planes of arousal.

She was soon cumming almost constantly. Screaming out her joy as waves of pure bliss ripped through her body.

Even after she gasped out "Please stop," he continued. She weakly pushed his head back from her clit and he withdrew his finger.

Her body was weak. She was totally satiated, replete.

"I have never felt anything like that." she said weakly.

Rick too was content. Still horny? Yes. Still hard? Yes. But he had learned to enjoy the feeling of a hot woman cumming on his face. He had come to truly enjoy eating pussy.

He would cum soon, he knew it. She would make it happen.

Cynthia took a while to recover.

"What did you do to me, Rick?"

"It's a secret spot I discovered," Rick said with a smile.

"I always suspected there was something like that. Sometimes my husband would hit it and it would send flashes of pure pleasure through me. But we could never do it consistently."

"I loved it, but I'm not sure if I'd want it every time, or not." Cynthia mused. "The pleasure is so overwhelming that it makes everything else seem tame. There are many pleasures to be had. We should enjoy them all."

"OK, Cynthia, I'll only do it when you want me to."

"I am already thinking of how and when, so we can both enjoy it." Cynthia told him.

Cynthia pulled his head to her tit. She held him like a suckling child as he sucked her tit and played with her pussy keeping her wet.

She pulled him on top of her between her splayed legs and guided his cock into her hot, wet cunt. Her legs looped over his and her arms held him tight.

"Fuck me, fuck me hard," she whispered hoarsely.

She lifted her hips to him so he could fuck her deeper. She cried out in ecstasy as his cock thrust into her eager cunt.

She came and came again. She had made him cum earlier. Now he would last for her; thrust his hard cock into her, fill her empty belly longer and bring her to more glorious orgasms.

Even as she was riding the crest of a wave of orgasmic pleasure she felt him rising to join her. His hot, creamy seed poured into her; filling her cunt.

He cried out in his passion. "Oh, Mom," he never realized he'd said it. But Cynthia heard.

She held him tight and covered his face with kisses; not releasing him until he had softened to the point he couldn't stay inside her.

She kissed him with open mouth and released him to roll off her. He laid beside her.

"That was so good," he told her. "So good."

"It was," she agreed.

She had much more planned for the afternoon, but she had been so well satisfied already that she didn't know how much more she could take. She thought they should rest a while, a short while. Rick was ready for a rest too. Fucking without a rubber had given him a great orgasm. He felt totally relaxed.

They snuggled together. Cynthia with thoughts of his beautiful cock. He with memories of her delicious scents and tastes.

They woke and talked for a little while. Rick asked Cynthia why she hadn't made him wear a rubber. She laughed.

"I'm well past child bearing age," she explained. "But luckily I still enjoy sex. A lot of women don't at my age."

"It's nice for me, that you still enjoy it," Rick smiled.

The conversation turned to Rick. Cynthia asked him about his plans for the future. He told her of his hopes for a couple of years of college. The state university had a two year agricultural program. After that he hoped to take over the farm they still owned. They had been renting it since his father's death.

"I'll be working for the farmer who has been renting the land for the next two summers," he told her.

"So you'll be quitting your job come summertime?"

"Yes, after I graduate, but that would be time to quit it anyway, wouldn't it?"

"Yes, unless you intend to spend your life as a grocery clerk. You're better than that.

"I hope you won't quit me," Cynthia told him, flirting a little.

"I was hoping you wouldn't quit me," he echoed and leaned over to kiss her.

It started out as a soft touch to her lips, but Cynthia put her hand behind his head and drew him in for a longer kiss.

They necked for a while then the conversation resumed.

"I'll be home for vacations," Rick told her.

"That will be nice, Rick. I hope you'll see me then."

The talk got back to the farm. Rick told her that there was a house on the land. It was sound, but needed some fixing up and had to be wired for electricity. (Many rural areas of the country did not have electricity until after WWII. Often until the 1950s.) Rick would have to buy machinery too. He hoped he could get the bank to loan him the money.

Cynthia asked him if he was getting hungry. He told her he was starting to. They got up. She put on her negligee and found him a robe of her husband's that she had in a closet. It was only a little too big.

She made him a sandwich and asked if he'd like a glass of wine. He did drink some at home on occasion so he said yes. She poured for them and they had their dinner at the kitchen table.

She asked him more about his plans for the future. If he planned to marry.

"That might be nice," he told her. "But I owe my mother, and it is really half her farm. I need to make sure she is cared for first."

"That's a nice attitude," Cynthia told him. "I think you'll find room for a wife if you want one."

"I may not need one," Rick said.

Cynthia noted his words. It could have been another slip on his part. She let the subject drop. She didn't want to embarrass Rick by coming too close to his secrets.

They went back to the bedroom. The room was redolent with the scent of sex. Both of them found the aroma to be arousing. They were ready to make love again. Relaxed and rested; their libidos were recharged.

Cynthia knew what she wanted. They fondled each other. Rick's finger in Cynthia's pussy getting her juices running and rubbing her clit sensuously. His mouth on her tit sucked and nibbled her hard nipple.

She stroked his cock and balls, bringing him rapidly to rigid hardness.

Cynthia pushed him onto his back. She straddled his chest and lifted her pussy over his face.

"Make me nice and juicy," her voice was husky with desire. "I want something special, and it will be nice for you too."

Rick didn't need any urging to eat her pussy. It was something he wanted.

She came once before she lifted herself from his face and moved back to impale her cunt on his hard cock.

She sighed as his shaft slid into her welcoming pussy. She knelt upright over him, his cock balls deep inside her. She took his hand and led it to her pussy. She took his fingers and rubbed them in the juices flowing from her. She wanted them slick with her juices.

She leaned forward feeding him her tit and positioning her clit so it rubbed delightfully against his steely hardness.

They kissed, he sucked her tit. Neither knew which they liked best. She took his hand and put it on her ass.

"Play with me there," her voice sultry, wanting.

He did as she had done. His fingers danced in the crack of her ass. He pressed a finger against the pucker of her anus. It slid into her and he paused.

"More," she said. He slid it further into her ass. He could feel himself as she rode his cock.

She moaned. "Fuck me, Rick."

Her words were a stimulus to both of them. They were kissing with wide open, wet mouths.

Cynthia broke the kiss long enough to tell Rick. "Another finger. Put another in me."

Her tits pressed into his chest as she felt the fullness in her ass. The comfortable, and erotic feeling as he slid another finger into her beside the first. She kissed him again. Wet, sloppy, mindless kisses. Their mouths wide as if to devour the other. She felt so marvelous as orgasms chased each other through her body. She rose to a glorious crest and for a time it was as if she would stay there forever.

Both of them mouthed inarticulate phrases against the other's lips. Both were at a height of sexual enjoyment seldom reached. The world did not exist for them only the other; only the flesh pressing against their own.

She knew he was cumming, she sensed it. He had fucked her long and well. He had filled her body. He had sent orgasms, great mighty surges of pure pleasure, surging through her. She felt joy as his cum; his hot, thick cum, gushed into her welcoming cunt. She lay on top of him squeezing her pussy on his cock. He thrust again, and again as she continued to milk him with the muscles of her pussy.

She lay on top of him, she wasn't done. Not quite yet. She needed to recover just a little. She put her hand on his that was at her ass.

"Keep them there," she said softly in his ear. "For just a little while."

After several minutes her panting became deep breaths. She was ready.

His cock was softening in her pussy. She pulled her body forward and he fell out of her. She knelt up straight. She slid her body over his. His cum, blended with the juices of her lust, leaked from her pussy onto his flesh. She smeared it on his body rubbing her pussy over him as she worked her way to his face. His fingers worked in her ass as if fucking her. He eagerly raised himself to her cunt to eat the mingled cums seeping from her. The delicious melding of their juices, the blending of their passion.

She was euphoric as she came once again and again after that.

She was replete. She collapsed in his arms. Then roused herself long enough to show him the soapy cloths and the alcohol and helped him clean his fingers.

She knew he would have to leave soon. She decided to give him a ride home. But first she rested, as did he.

She roused herself and shook him awake. She stood and went to the closet for a dress. She put it over her head without bothering with undergarments. A pair of flat shoes and she was ready enough to drive.

He was dressed by the time she was. Just to be sure she led him to her bathroom and both washed their hands thoroughly. Especially the fingers that had been in the other's ass. Cynthia was not a hygiene freak when it came to sex, but in this particular case she was, if anything, overcautious.

They kissed before going to her car. The heat of their lust was gone. There was a warmth between them now. A glow diffused through both their bodies.

Her garage attached to her kitchen she told Rick to get in the car and she opened the door. After she backed out she got out to close it again. She drove Rick home. He slid as low as he could on the seat so he wouldn't be seen easily. He suggested that she drop him off a block, or so away. They kissed again before he got out of the car. Another warm kiss, full of promise.

Edna was waiting for him. She wore a filmy nightgown with nothing underneath. She thought she looked hot, and she did. The shadow of her pubic hair showed through as did the dark circles of her areolas. Her nipples were hard and stiff; they poked through the gauzy fabric of the nightgown like bullets.

She had been lying on the couch in dim light, the radio playing soft music. Her thoughts wandered. She thought of the beautiful sex with Rick; of the exciting afternoon with Carol.

She licked her lips as she thought of the sensuous juices and scents that Cynthia would have anointed Rick with. Maybe she fucked him. That would leave his lovely dick coated with her most savory essences.

She remembered the taste of Carol when she licked the other women's pussy. It had been so delicious. The mere act of forbidden Sapphic sex lending an exotic flavor. She hoped they could have a repeat. Perhaps after Carol had reconciled with Lucy.

She wondered about herself. Could it be that she was actually a lesbian? Or maybe she was bi. Did it matter? She definitely loved Rick and the sex she had with him. He was Carol's lover too. Looked at it from that point of view what happened between her and Carol made perfect sense. She could love Carol because Carol loved Rick. It made it perfectly moral too, but that had never been in question.

She heard Rick come in. She stood to greet him. To him she looked lovely in the dim light. He felt arousal creeping into his cock as he anticipated what was to come.

Edna had never told him not to wash the juices of another woman off. He had realized very early that she wanted to taste them on him. Probably sooner than she realized it herself.

She led him to the bedroom. He undressed and laid beside her. She pushed her nightgown off her shoulders and bared the almost flat mounds that were her breasts and the large and sensitive nipples.

They kissed like long lost lovers. She tasted Cynthia in his mouth, on his tongue. He began to tell her all that had happened. She felt her pussy flowing as she listened to the narrative. She licked the nectar from his face as he continued his story. As he told her how Cynthia had put her finger in his ass Edna felt the flow from her pussy increase even more.

As she ate the abundant residue of mixed cum from his chest and belly he told her of finding Cynthia's secret spot. In her heat she would let her saliva wet the dried residue and moisten it. She would then lick it off him, savoring every taste. Sometimes when there was a thicker deposit she scraped it up with her teeth and let it dissolve in her mouth like candy. Delicious candy made with his and hers cum. So exotic. So very erotic.

She came without any external stimulus a lovely spasm ripped through her body and she squeezed her legs together as if to keep it inside her.
She saved his cock for last. It was rigid for her, hard and throbbing. She could feel the blood pulsing into it. She let her lips slide over him. Cynthia had drained much of his cum. He would last for her, and he would still have enough for her to taste. And to feel, to feel the thick creamy seed on her tongue; feel it coat the roof of her mouth.

He rolled on his side as she took him in her mouth. His hand groped for her body, wanting her pussy. She turned to put her snatch in front of his face. He played with her cunt while she sucked his hard cock. He pushed his fingers into her, into the slick juices.

His tongue went to her pussy to eat her and suck her. They rolled so she was on top. So her essences flowed onto his face. She gasped when she felt his fingers playing in the crack of her ass. She gasped again as a finger slipped into her through her pucker.

It took a moment for her to decide that she liked the sensation. It was new and pleasurable. She wanted to do it to him, but her fingernails were too long. She might hurt him.

She was cumming. Hot intense orgasms that made her every cell sing with joy; that bathed her entire body in the glow of an orgasmic heaven. His cum gushed into her eager mouth. The feel of the warm, creamy cum lifted her to even higher planes of blissful existence.

They collapsed together. Rick withdrew his finger and for a few minutes she felt strangely empty.

Rick dashed to the bathroom to wash, as Cynthia had shown him. He resolved to have something to clean with near the bed next time.

He ran back to a waiting Edna. She licked her juices from his face and sucked them from his tongue. They told each other, "I love you." Then fell into a deep sleep.

******

Things stayed unchanged, or mostly so, for a couple of months.

Carol and Lucy made love regularly. Lucy often stayed overnight, especially on weekends. They had bought one of the vibrators advertised on the back pages of women's magazines and had great fun with it.

Carol talked seriously to Lucy one weekend about the lack of men in her life. Remember, things were different then. A man usually made much more money than a woman. Women were expected to marry and men were expected to be the working member of the family, the breadwinner.

To be sure many married women worked, but usually not until their children were at least in high school. Their pay was much less too.

Lucy agreed that a man in her life might be nice. She did think about Rick for the simple reason that she loved to have her pussy eaten. She had learned that with her mother.

Edna and Carol had coffee and shopping trips at least once a week. They made love several times and both enjoyed it immensely. Rick had a couple of sessions with Carol too. She enjoyed it as much as she had before Edna or Lucy. In her viewpoint it was different than making love with a woman. Although it might seem the same; to her it was not, therefore it became totally satisfying. The important thing, to Carol, about Rick was that she could suck his hard cock. She could feel his throbbing heat on her lips, on her tongue; that she could feel his warm thick cum gush into her mouth for her to savor.

Carol had an epiphany one evening as she waited for Rick. She realized that she wanted to make love using her mouth more than any other way, be it Rick, or Edna or Lucy. That she loved to suck cock or eat pussy. That she thoroughly enjoyed feeling and hearing her partner cumming. On her face, in her mouth; she loved both. It was an enlightening moment for her. It did not embarrass her at all. Rather it cleared her mind; it allowed her to understand what she really wanted. She shivered with delight at the thoughts she was having.

Rick spent every Sunday afternoon and evening with Cynthia. Those Sunday trysts were very satisfying to both of them. Cynthia taught him much. She took him from where his mother had led him and molded a lover to her own tastes.

Rick took what he learned from Cynthia back to Edna. He was able to make her sex life more enjoyable and fulfilling. He showed Carol, too. She, in turn, passed some of it on to Lucy.

Edna and Rick made love every night. She still took Rick's cock into her pussy on the few days every month she felt safe. She still made sure Rick used a rubber. Edna still loved to suck and lick the essences of other women from Rick's body and explore his mouth and tongue for traces of their cum. It had been mostly Mrs. Gaffney lately, but she had delighted in Carol's scent too whenever Rick had spent an evening with her.

She still sensed things about the other women in her tastings. She hadn't developed any new insights, though. She still felt the circle, almost complete, with a few small gaps; they were still as they had been.

Shortly after Rick had introduced her to anal finger play Edna clipped her fingernails. She wanted to safely play in Rick's ass. That became a regular part of their lovemaking, both enjoyed it.

Edna's clipping of her fingernails lead to something they didn't even know had happened.

Mrs. Gaffney spoke to them after church, as had become her habit. She noted Edna's clipped nails and the fact that only two fingers on her right hand had been clipped.

That confirmed, for her, what she had becoming more and more certain of. Rick was in an incestuous relationship with his mother. The knowledge did not upset her; rather if fit into a, still nebulous, plan she had been toying with in her mind.

Graduation was approaching for Rick. He would soon be leaving his job at the store and going to work on the farm for the summer. Then it would be college in the fall.

It was one of the last Saturdays he would be working. He was stocking shelves.

"Well, hello, Rick," he heard a woman's voice say. "I haven't seen you in quite a while."

Rick was squatted down working on a lower shelf. He looked up and saw Lucy standing there.

"Hi Lucy," he told her with a smile. "It has been a while."

He stood up to make it easier to talk to her.

They chatted for several minutes. It was getting close to lunch time and Lucy suggested they have lunch together.

"Okay, I'll meet you in the diner." Rick told her. "I still have fifteen minutes to work."

"I'll see you there," Lucy smiled and left.

Rick saw Mrs. Gaffney on his way out a little later. (It was never Cynthia at work.) On impulse he asked her if he could have a longer lunch.

"That will be okay Rick," she told him. "But don't be too late, don't forget it's Saturday, we'll be busy this afternoon."

Cynthia smiled as she watched him leave. She had seen him talking to Lucy and approved. She had told him several times that he should get a girlfriend his own age. She had assured him that she would happily share him. Of course she knew she was already sharing him with Edna, and maybe more than her. It all fit nicely into her plan that was becoming firmer as time went by.

Rick met Lucy in the diner. It wasn't as crowded as it would have been on a weekday at lunchtime. Lucy was seated in an end booth waiting for him.

They chatted for a while as they ate their lunch. Rick still didn't think Lucy was physically attractive. She was almost five years older than him too. But, he remembered the conversation he had with his mother when he had implied that Lucy wasn't pretty.

He found, after talking to her for a while, that she was quite intelligent and had a good sense of humor. He remembered more about the conversation with his mother. He had told her he would ask her for a date, or at least make it easier for her.

They talked about movies. Rick mentioned one he would like to see. 'Mighty Joe Young' about a giant ape, a little reminiscent of 'King Kong.'

"It's at the drive-in this weekend," Lucy said. "Would you like to go see it? I can pick you up."

"That would be nice," Rick told her. "I get off at seven. It doesn't get dark until almost eight. So we can probably make it okay."

"I'll pick you up at seven-thirty then," Lucy told him.

They parted soon after. Rick went back to work, Lucy went to her mother's to tell her that she had finally done something about a date with Rick. She spent a couple of hours there and went home to change.

Rick dashed home from work. Hurriedly told his mother about his date and jumped into the shower. He shaved and dressed in a hurry, but with care. He did not dress up for a drive-in, but he did look neat.

Downstairs he found Lucy already there. She and his mother were chatting in the living room. Lucy smiled at him. She stood to greet him. They said goodbye to his mother and left. Lucy gave Rick the keys so he could drive.

Drive-ins had only recently come to their part of the country. They were very popular, especially with the younger crowd. They were great places for necking. Steamed up windows provided privacy and probably uncounted virginities were lost there.

Rick and Lucy got there just after the show started. The coming attractions were still running. Rick found a parking slot away from any other cars. They took the speaker from its post and hung it on the window. It was still cool at night in late spring so they rolled the windows up.

They sat, a little shyly as the feature started. Rick slid over on the seat, away from the steering wheel and put his arm around Lucy's shoulder. After a brief hesitation. She moved close to him. It wasn't long before they were kissing and not long after that that Lucy was straddling his lap. Her panty clad pussy was rubbing itself on the boner in his pants. She reached down between them to open his belt and pants. She pushed his briefs down to free the hard rod that had been rubbing against her pussy.

His cock exposed she rubbed her, still panty covered, pussy on it until she felt the quivering thrills of an impending orgasm building in her body. They kissed, open mouthed, wet. Even as she came, with soft gasps against his lips, she felt warm creamy cum explode from his hard cock to coat the gore of her panties, her thighs and both their bellies.

She sobbed, but not in sorrow. She buried her face in his neck and shoulder. "Please take me home, Rick. Please."

Rick gently urged her to get off his lap. He kissed her tenderly. She returned it. He fixed his pants, started the car and drove to her apartment building. She sat close to him all the way.

He parked and walked her to her door. She unlocked it and turned to him. He didn't know what was going to happen, but he didn't think she was going to make him walk home.

She took his hand, opened her door and led him inside. She told him to sit on the couch, that she would be right back. She went to her bedroom and stripped off her cum covered panties. She took her blouse off removed her bra and replaced the blouse.

She went back to the living room then and sat close to him on the couch. She took his hand and looked levelly at him.

"You must think I'm an awful slut," she told him. "But I find myself very attracted to you."

The strange thing, to her, was that it was true. She did feel a strange attraction to this boy. Part of that was what she knew he could do for her sexually. More was that she just plain liked him.

"No," he said after a pause. He spoke slowly, thoughtfully. "No, I don't think you're a slut. And I'm attracted to you too."

Lucy smiled broadly. It was infectious and he was soon smiling with her. They fell into each other's arms and were soon taking Lucy's blouse off to expose her tits for him to fondle and suck. They weren't overly large breasts, but they fit well on her compact body. The nipples were stiff and erect, asking to be sucked and nibbled. She helped him take his shirt off so his bare chest could rub against her tits when he wasn't sucking at them.

His hand slid under her skirt and discovered that her panties were gone. He kissed her again and slid off the couch to kneel between her legs. He pushed her skirt up and kissed her white thighs.

She slid her butt to the edge of the couch. He didn't hesitate. He dove into the hot, wet folds of her pussy and licked her juices from the red flesh of her inner pussy. He sucked her clit and brought an aroused Lucy to a glorious climax.

He didn't stop there. His continued licking and sucking soon had her gasping with almost continuous orgasms. She wanted to scream out her joy, but was afraid of the neighbors hearing her.

She was ready to faint when she gently pushed Rick's head away from her pussy. "Please stop."

Rick gazed up at her. His head rested on her thigh.

She stroked his hair and tried to tell him how wonderful it had been. She was short of breath and the thrills still echoing through her body made it was hard to talk coherently.

He sat next to her and pulled her close. She snuggled up to him and threw one leg over his lap.

They kissed more as she recovered some strength. She whispered into his ear about what a lovely experience he had given her. She rubbed her bare tits against the flesh of his chest.

She opened his pants and stood to pull them off him. She grabbed his briefs, he lifted his butt to help, and they came off too. She pushed his legs apart and dropped to her knees between them. She grasped his hard cock thinking that it was a nice size. Nice and thick.. She gazed up at him.

"I've never done this before," she said almost whispering. She might not have been able to do it then, if not for her experience with her mother. She had learned that using one's mouth to make love could be enjoyable and fulfilling.

"You don't have to," he responded. His hands stroked her hair, but he was careful not to urge her toward his dick.

"I want to."

"That makes it mean more, a lot more."

She fell in love with him. With the fact that he had given her a choice. With his understanding of what she was choosing to do for him. Irrational, perhaps, but it is how love took her.

It was with that feeling of love that she took him into her mouth for her first ever blow job. Even in her slutty days she would never suck a boy's dick.

He was hard and she liked the feeling of that hardness in her mouth. Her lips and tongue felt the throbbing of blood pounding into his hard shaft; it delighted her. She sucked him amateurishly with her new found love. He warned her he was cumming. She didn't care. She wanted to taste his hot cum to savor it.

He exploded into her willing mouth and filled it until his cum dribbled from the corner of her lips. She sucked him as he softened. She savored his taste. It was not bad as she had thought. It was warm and thick with a slick creamy feel. She savored it, felt it. The texture was sensuous and pleasing, it coated her tongue and the roof of her mouth. She enjoyed the sensation and since it was his cum it was lovely.

She lifted her head from his flaccid cock and looked up at him. He slid from the couch and knelt facing her. He kissed her before she had even swallowed the cum. It surprised her and her heart leapt in joy. Joy that he would kiss her after she had sucked him.

They rested together until Rick whispered that he had to go home.

"I'd like to keep you," she told him.

But they put on some clothes and went to her car, she drove. On the way Rick told her that the next week would be his last working at the store. That he would take a few days off before graduation and once school was done he would start work on the farm. Hours on the farm would be somewhat irregular. Especially during the harvest.

At his house they kissed warmly. Both were a little hesitant.

"Can I see you again?" Rick asked.

"Yes," Lucy replied. "Just call."

They kissed again and Rick went inside.

Lucy drove home. Her body tingling with the thrill of loving him. She couldn't tell him, not yet.

It was quite late when Rick entered the house. Edna woke immediately at the sound of the door closing. She was dressed in her filmy nightgown. She sat up and Rick sat next to her.

"Well," she asked. "Did you have a good time?"

"Yes I did, Mom. You were right. Her looks don't count."

"Tell me all about it, Baby," Edna hugged him to herself. Her voice was husky.

Rick described the evening with Lucy. Edna pulled his shirt and pants off as he talked. She licked his face and sucked Lucy's essence from his tongue. It seemed stronger, somehow more powerful than other women's had. She licked at the mixed residue on his pubes. Cum from Lucy that had seeped through her panties at the movie. His cum that had exploded from him when she came on his lap and caused him to orgasm.

She sucked her son's cock thinking to taste the saliva that Lucy would have left on him. She thought she could sense a trace of it. She played with his ass as she sucked. Rick's cum gushed into her mouth. It was the third time he had cum that evening. But it had been long enough that his young body built up enough creamy seed to feel good in her mouth.

"Bedtime, Honey," she said when done. "Work tomorrow."

They went to bed, Rick slept well. Edna laid awake for a while wondering if Lucy was going to steal him away. But isn't that why you taught him to eat pussy? So he could attract women. She had to admit it was true, but that didn't make her feel better.

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Jul 28, 2018 in blowjob

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