Two mothers, too hot(3)

"We've got to stop this shit." Linda said, running her hand up and down the satiny surface of Amy's thigh. "We're going to end up confirmed cunt lickers if we don't, Amy."

"Mmmm, nothing wrong with that, Linda," Amy murmured tiredly. "We don't have anyone else. And we can't go without it, you know that."

"I know," Linda replied, tracing her finger about the triangle of Amy's cunt hair. "But, damn it, I want to be fucked! I mean with a cock. A nice, hard, beautiful cock. A cock is different than your tongue, Amy, and, as much as I enjoy you tongue fucking me, I still want a hard cock up my cunt."

"Any suggestions, honey?" Amy said, sitting up and lighting a cigarette.

"Thousands," Linda said, "but I'm afraid the men we do know would want more than just a fuck now and then. Aren't there any men let that want a fuck and not some permanent arrangement? What happened to all those horny guys we used to know in school? You know, the guys that wanted you in the back seat of the car, a quick fuck, and then back on the gridiron?"

"Married, drunks, or queer," Amy replied. "Who knows where they all went."

"We're getting old, Amy," Linda said. "Maybe that's the problem."

"Old? Who's getting old? Linda we're only thirty-eight… that isn't old as far as I'm concerned."

Linda caressed Amy's thigh as she frowned with thought. She wanted to bring something up, but wasn't sure what Amy's reaction would be. It was something she had thought about for some time, fantasized about.

"What's the secret?" Amy asked, snuffing her cigarette out. "You look like something is bothering you, and I don't mean us sucking cunts, either. Come on, tell me all about it."

"You'd laugh at me," Linda answered.

"Have I ever laughed at you?" "No, but you would at this." "Try me."

For a moment Linda hesitated, then she spoke in a low, shy voice. "I've been thinking about something. I know I shouldn't, but I can't help it. It's exciting to think about it."

"Don't act so mysterious, Linda. Tell me." "I think my son is jacking off," Linda said, her voice very low.

"Hell, that's nothing," Amy replied. "So is mine. I find the evidence on his sheets every morning. He must be horny as hell."

She saw the expression on Linda's face. "Hey, are you thinking what I think you're thinking?"

A flush crept over Linda's face. She couldn't lift her eyes to look at her, long-time friend. She knew it was all over her face, and she couldn't conceal it.

"Mmmm, you are thinking what I think you're thinking," Amy said, her voice now low and surprisingly thick. "Come on, tell me about these fantasies."

"I said you'd laugh."

"Oh, no! I'm not laughing at you," Amy said quickly. "I have an idea we've been having the same kind of thoughts."

Linda lifted her eyes and saw the gleam of excitement in Amy's. Amy had dark eyes, almost a brown color, and right now they were flashing with more excitement than she had ever seen before.

Amy's gaze was Steady. "You've been dreaming about your son, right, Linda?"

Linda nodded her head, a bare movement, and lowered her eyes.

"What's so terrible about that? So have I." "You.., you've been thinking about my son, too?"

"Mine."

Linda's eyes widened. "Really? Have you

really, Amy?"

"You bet your sweet, hot ass I have," Amy laughed, a low gurgling sound. "I think about him in his bed, jacking that cock: off, coming all over the sheets. Oh, yes! I think about that all the time."

"And?"

"And what?"

"What else?" Linda asked, becoming excited. "Do you think about… about…"

"Fucking him?" Amy asked, arching her eyebrows. "You better believe it! I think how long it's been since I've had a hard cock up my pussy, and think about Hank with his cock so hard in his room, alone, pulling it off and I want to go in there and grab it and stuff it in my twat so badly. Oh, yes… that's what I think about all the time."

"I… I do, too."

"About my son?"

"You idiot," Linda said, poking at Amy's nipple. "My son, Dan."

"Let's do it!" Amy said, her voice filled with husky excitement. "Let's do it, Linda! Let's fuck those two kids, okay?"

Linda hugged herself tightly, her eyes going dreamy. She could see her son's cock in her mind, long, thick, hard, moving toward her waiting, burning cunt.

"I can see you want to," Amy said.

"I've got.. Amy, we've got to think about this," Linda replied. "They may not do it. They may think we're crazy."