Two mothers, too hot(15)

Linda was not surprised to find herself desiring to fuck Hank.

Now that she had fucked her son and sucked his cock off, she found Hank appealing as Dan was. As she remembered that conversation with Amy, her cunt pulsated gently between her thighs. She was sure Amy had not fucked her son. She was even more certain that Amy had been full of shit when she had mentioned fucking the two guys. Amy was all talk, she thought. Maybe Amy preferred licking her hairy cunt, and only talked about fucking the guys just to keep Linda in a high state of excited heat.

Linda thought that must be it.

Amy, with her strong desire to suck pussy, used such talk with her because she knew it worked to keep Linda's cunt in that intense state of bubbling heat. Maybe Amy didn't enjoy fucking, or enjoy the feel of a hard, throbbing cock. Maybe Amy preferred the soft, wet,

furry lips of a hot cunt against her face.

The more Linda thought Amy was like that, the more she looked at Hank. It would serve Amy right, she thought. It would serve her right if I fucked Hank. I could fuck her son and tell her about it, let her know that I know what she's been doing with me all this time.

But Linda did not want to provoke anger in Amy. They had been friends much too long now.

Dan stood up, saying something about going to the bathroom. Linda watched her son leave, feeling it would be nice to go with him, to hold his cock as he pissed. But Hank was there, and she wanted to gaze at his cut-offs right now, perhaps getting a glimpse of his cock. She lifted one leg and crossed her knees, knowing her creamy thigh flashed at the teen. She knew he saw, too, by the way his eyes lit up. Then he glanced away. Linda had never felt so bold in her life. She felt in the mood to tease, to see if she could arouse sexual interest in Hank, could make his cock hard. She felt very wicked with such thoughts.

A warm glow came over her as she noticed Hank peeking at her legs. She swung her foot to and fro, inching her skirt up as if by accident. The teen licked his lips as he tried to look at Linda without her knowing. There was a perceptible bulging in his cut-offs, and she felt

her cunt respond to this with a deep, burning throb.

Then Dan returned, and Linda was disappointed that the two teens were going to leave the house. She looked at Hank as he stood up, seeing the way his cock thrust against those cut-offs. She lifted her eyes to his and ran her tongue over her lips, letting him know in a not so-subtle way that she knew he had a hard-on. Hank gazed at her openly now, then turned and left the house with Dan.

"Oh, you're a hot fucker!" she whispered after the teens had gone. "You're as hot and horny as Dan."

She became impatient in the house alone. She paced about, her mind working a mile a minute. She knew what she was going to do now. That one quick, bold look from Hank was all she needed to know.

"You want to fuck me, Hank," she said out loud, hugging herself tightly. "Oh, you want to fuck me, all right! And, you sweet thing, you're going to get the fucking of your life!"

Linda was not sure how she would go about seducing Hank, but she knew there would be no difficulty. He was ready and anxious, of that she had no doubt.

As it turned out, Linda had no need to worry about how to seduce the teen.

An hour later she found Hank at the door alone.

"Where's Dan?" she asked, unable to keep a quiver of excitement out of her voice.

"Down there." Hank pointed up the street.

Linda stood in the door, looking at Hank, no longer concealing the desire she felt for him. "Will he be there long?"

Hank nodded, and she watched his gaze move about the swell of her tits. "May I have some water?" Hank asked.

She stepped aside so he could enter the house.

She shivered as his body brushed against hers. But Hank did not go to the kitchen for a drink of water. He stopped in the living room and faced Linda, his eyes bold, hot. She closed the door and leaned against it, watching him. This was no shy teen, she realized. She had known him for years, yet had never seen such heat and desire in his eyes. She was looking at a very erotic-minded teen, she knew. His eyes were undressing her, she felt. It was a nice, pleasant feeling to have him look at her this way. There didn't seem to be any reason for subtle passes, word play, teasing.

As she leaned against the door, she saw his hands move, and then he lifted one side of his cut-offs. His cock protruded, swelling into hardness immediately. Linda sucked in a harsh gasp of air as she stared at his cock. There was

a responding clenching off her cunt as she stared at his prick.

"What are you doing, Hank?" she asked, her voice low pitched, her gaze riveted upon his hard-on.

"Showing you my cock," he said, stroking his prick with his hand. "You want to see it, don't you?"