by RodgertheDodger (annerogerduncan@sti.net)

Story code: M/Ff

It wasn't a secret for long...at least my secret didn't survive the flushed face I had when arriving at home, a few doors from the home of Mr. Emerson after he fucked me into a delirious state that first time...I walked home on Cloud 9½! Just a few doors away and into my home I walked, my skirt a little askew, my school blouse out instead of tucked inside, and my face sweaty and red. Mom was there. She looked at me only to say: "Hi daughter." I said "Hi Mom" and walked swiftly by her. She was washing some dishes. "Phyllis," she said and I stopped and turned around. "How are you," she asked. "Fine, Mom," I said looking into her face.

She grew this big smile as she looked into my eyes: "You're better than fine," she said. "Where have you been?" "I've been to school," I said and looked down at the floor. "School has been out for an hour," Mom said...and then..."Between school and here?" Mom knew something was up and my face was really red and my body nervous. I looked at her and was very quiet, not knowing what to say and if I had said something lame she would have known...or if I told her: 'well Mom...I just stopped at Mr. Emerson's to get a delightful fucking' I mean those were words that would not issue forth and so I remained silent and waited.

"You're a pretty girl, Phyllis. Were you with a boy...or maybe a boyfriend? You can tell me. I'm your Mom...I've done things too...or else there wouldn't be a Phyllis! You can talk to me. So, I know you've been somewhere. When I was growing up and was your age I did things with boys." It was silent again. Mom knew, or thought she knew, and I took a chance and said: "Mr. Emerson." Mom asked: "The man a few doors away? What about Mr. Emerson?"

"He wasn't on the porch as he usually is when I come home from school. I went to find out where he was and he invited me in for a drink." Mom said: "And you had a drink with him?" I nodded and was still blushing and then it came out in a rush and I told Mom the truth. It was her turn to get red in the face. "Sit down, Sweetie," she said and so we sat together in the kitchen and I told her everything. With each part of my story Mom was getting funny. She began fidgeting in the chair a little, moving on the seat as I told her every detail...I mean everything...how I sat on his lap; how his cock was sliding up my cunt lips; how I repositioned for insertion and how he made me have grunting sounds. It was Mom's turn to be very quiet and she got this strange, glassy look in her eyes.

"Thanks for telling me all this...isn't it strange or interesting...when I was just about your age there was a 'Mr. Emerson' in my life...and only a few doors from where I lived." My eyes got big. "Really, Mom?" She nodded and I noticed her hands were not on the table any longer but underneath the table. She closed her eyes and asked me to keep telling her about Mr. Emerson and then she began to tell me about her neighbor when she was my age...now my hands went off the table and under my skirt. Mom couldn't see what I was doing but you know what I was doing. Then Mom scooted down on her chair and heard her making those grunting sounds. I knew what she was doing...both of us 'doing.' My hands were at my still wet cunt and there we were, two women, masturbating and grunting. I opened my legs and then squeezed them tight and had a nice shaking feeling. I looked at Mom and she was finishing herself off. She opened her eyes...I saw a big smile on her face and got up and gave her a warm hug. "I'm a girl, too," she said and I kissed her cheek...which was hot and sweaty just like mine.

It was very quiet in the room, except for our breathing, then Mom startled me...completely...Mom said: "I'd like to meet Mr. Emerson...maybe tomorrow after you walk home from school!" I just nodded not knowing what all this meant but knowing my secret was safe with Mom. Dad didn't come home from work until late each day. I wondered what would happen the next day. I could hardly wait!

I didn't sleep much that night...I was still coming down from my double fucking and "cuming" with Mom and all the excitement of her words and I could hardly wait for school to finish the next day, which it finally did. I walked past Mr. Emerson's and went to my home to see Mom. When I walked inside I couldn't believe it...Mom was in this short skirt; her hair combed...she looked gorgeous...she was a fine woman with full breasts and a slender curving shape...pretty legs...I wondered if she was wearing panties...I knew I wasn't. I was already hot and just smiled at her saying: "Come on Mom...let's go for a cool drink," and led her out the door.

We walked over to Mr. Emerson's and through the gate, up to his door; I knocked and there he was...in a shirt and shorts with that splendid bulge...I couldn't take my eyes off his bulge. "Hi, Phyllis," he said with that smile. "This is my Mom," I said. We went inside...he made us a drink and it was his turn to seem nervous. I mean, was he going to get Hell from Mom for fucking her daughter or just what...what was Phyllis's Mom doing there?

"Your daughter is a very nice girl," he said to get the conversation going. Mom said: "Mr. Emerson, call me Sandra, and my daughter is truly a very nice girl...and..." she murmured kind of under her breath "In many, many ways." Mr. Emerson looked at Mom and his eyes were getting big...as big as the bulge in his shorts which was in full display as we sat and he stood before us. He was a fine male specimen in every way. He looked at me and then at Mom. Mom said: "She's not only very, very nice but sexy and pretty." Mr. Emerson nodded and said: "Like her Mom...and is she ever hot..." then he added: "Like her MOM?" It was Mom's turn to nod and smile.

"I wanted to meet you and see if what my daughter said was true," she said. Mr. Emerson was teasing now: "Like what was true?" Now I was blushing and Mom was moving on her chair...crossing her pretty legs and uncrossing them...her skirt inching up above her knees. Her skirt was short and revealing and I saw her breasts heaving as her breath was short. Then I knew she was also thinking about Mr. Emerson all day long as had I. She was getting turned on with the words and the privacy of the room. "Why don't we sit on the couch," said Mr. Emerson, "and talk about things?" Mom and I got up and followed him to the couch...sitting on either side of him.

He adjusted his shorts as we sat. "So?" Mom said. Then she said: "Phyllis?" I looked at her wondering what she was meaning. Mom looked at the bulge in his shorts and then at me. I had to break the ice here I thought and reached for the bulge. The fly in his shorts opened for me and out came that cock in plain view. It was already wet and I played with the tip looking at Mom. "You girls," is all Mr. Emerson said. What else was there to say as I was playing with his wet cock head...He had his arms around both of us. Mom leaned down and kissed his cock. I looked at her and her lips began sucking then she stopped. "Take off your shorts," she said, "I want to see it all." Mom was very aggressive and stood over Mr. Emerson, taking hold of his shorts; he lifted and she pulled them off and there he was in all his magnificence!

Now it was Mr. Emerson's turn as Mom stood in front of him, her legs slightly apart, waiting for the next move and he unzipped her skirt, dropping it to the floor and there was my pantiless Mom standing in front of our exposed, erect neighbor. I had never seen Mom's cunt before...but she was beautiful...golden curls and pouting lips and I could see she was wet. Mr. Emerson reached for her, petted her, slipped his finger up and down her slit, spreading her cunt lips and Mom closed her eyes and let out a little noise...just like my little noise when Mr. Emerson spread my lips. I was reliving yesterday and his cock sliding up my slit sending me such delirious waves of pleasure.

My Mom was a beautiful hot woman and she put her hands on his hand feeling her, encouraging his movements, I could see her knees weakening as the fondling continued. I wanted to her to have the same pleasure I had had. I loved my Mom and it was all so enthralling to see her enjoying 'my" Mr. Emerson. His one hand on her slit, her lips were so puffy with the pleasure, his naughty fingers playing with them, the other hand behind, urging her forward, Mr. Emerson's cock moving back and forth and I reached for it, holding on as it moved, and kissing the tip just like Mom had done. It was a hot scene, the three of us and very quiet except we were all breathing and our breaths were the only things breaking the silence of the moment. "Come here, Sandra," he said and Mom moved to straddle his legs, opening her legs wider, "Squat down on me you hot wet thing," he said, "I want to feel your cunt on my cock...you need cocking don't you?" Mom nodded and squatted...I watched as his cock touched against Mom's cunt lips...just like he had done to me...Mom looked at the ceiling, eyes closed...I took part and moved his cock against her..."Phyllis," she said, "you're driving me wild...don't stop..." And I moved Mr. Emerson's cock on her cunt. I reached and touched her pussy hair...it was so wonderfully soft and I lifted her hairs opening the lips of her bare cunt. I admired the scene: Mom's wet dripping cunt, lips spread; Mr. Emerson's stiff wet cock ready to deal with my Mom's cunt. I gasped and shivered it was so hot.

"Sandra," said Mr. Emerson, "tell me what you want." He was playing with Mom like he played with me..."tell me...come on...what do you want?"

Mom was silent and her body was sweaty and then she said: "Phyllis...are you enjoying this? What do you think I want?" I said: "Mom...you know...I want to watch you fuck Mr. Emerson...please Mom...I'm so hot and want to watch him fuck you." Mr. Emerson was teasing Mom again, lifting her up and away from his cock...her cunt was now positioned over him and she tried to sit down, her lips puffy and begging him, trying to insert that cock into her body but Mr. Emerson held her off...now she was getting more hot and more anxious. "Please," she said and again: "Please!" "Please what?" he said..."Tell me..."

I looked at Mom. She was suspended above Mr. Emerson; opened her eyes, looked at me and then at him, saying: "I want you to fuck me Mr. Emerson, fuck me with your hot cock...fuck me hard...fuck me now...FUCK ME!" Mr. Emerson released his hold and she squatted down on that cock...first missing...just like I had done as his cock slipped up the length of her, spreading her lips, making Mom shake, and then I took hold of his cock and held it for Mom, putting it to her lips, and she slowly, deliciously slid down on it..."oohing and aahing" as it entered her slowly until she was fully impaled; cock hairs, cunt hairs, joined. She leaned forward kissing Mr. Emerson, his hands now at her waist, lifting her, lifting his cock into her again and again. I petted Mom's back and her hair as she was fucking this man right in front of me and as though I wasn't there. She was lost in the moment...two fucking people, urgent, stiff, wet, in and out of her went his cock and they were a pair and I loved Mom so much watching her enjoying our neighbor...she started to cry and moan and go frantic with all the fucking and shaking and feeling...leaning her head into his shoulder and moaning and grunting and then it was over and she lay there, still impaled.

It was so beautiful to see Mom so alive and happy and exhausted and Mr. Emerson petting her down, spreading her bottom cheeks, playing with her cunt as she began to relax and she lifted slightly...I watched Mr. Emerson's limp cock withdraw and I played with it and with her wet cunt and she wiggled and looked at me with a huge smile. "Thanks, sweetie," she said. That was all she said and then rolled to one side.

I knew there was no more Mr. Emerson for me to have...he was spent and limp and he didn't have his friend there. He looked at me and saw I was hot. He reached and put his hand under my skirt, playing with my cunt. "Phyllis," he said. "Thanks." I laid back on the couch and wanted him to feel me more and he did...then he slid down, face between my legs...I jumped when his tongue found my body...His cock was limp but his tongue was still in action and he licked me off as it was my turn to grunt; Mom's turn to pet my hair and my face as I was coming on that wonderful tongue...

Later, Mom and I walked home, hand in hand...I felt very close to Mom and we kept our secret between us. I couldn't wait until school was out the next day and would walk home. I mean, it was my turn. Wasn't it? I felt slightly jealous of things...what might Mom do when I was at school or what might I do when she wasn't there? Hmmm...a delicious 'Hmmm.'

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