I opened my eyes and saw Grace Stern sitting back on her heels between my legs. She had a big smile on her face and her spectacular green eyes were sparkling. She just sat there looking down at me with contentment etched on her face.
"That must be hard on your knees." As soon as I said it I thought what a stupid thing to say at a time like this!' My best friend's mother had just performed cunnilingus on me and I was making a comment about her knees. How could I do that? The answer was actually simple. The incredibly gorgeous not to mention stacked naked woman between my legs is a friend of, and pretty much the same age as my own mother. I needed to say something, anything to break the silence. Shit! You could have said God you're good at eating pussy Grace' that at least would have made sense. Of course I had nothing to compare my friend's mother's tongue skills with but it sure worked for me.
Moving back a little I saw the powerful muscles of my host's thighs flex as she stood straight up. Bending forward Gracie's mammoth breasts hung pendulously above me as she picked up the towel she had been kneeling on. "With age comes experience." She snickered and playfully tossed the towel at me. Good shot' it landed right on my face. By the time I pulled it off she was gone. I turned my head to look toward the pool as Grace took one last long stride and executed a beautiful shallow dive into the sparkling ripples. That's when I became aware that I was bathed in sweat. I struggled to my feet, without nearly the grace my mom's friend had displayed. That's neat' I thought `Grace is graceful' and I giggled out loud. I stripped off my soaking T shirt and followed my host's lead.
I swam laps for several minutes and suddenly realized that Grace was not in the pool anymore. Flipping on my back I quickly spied her sitting on the edge of the pool toward the shallow end. With her feet in the water, hands gripping the edge of the pool, her boobs nearly touched her thighs. She was sitting there just watching me. "There's nothing better than a cool dip on a day like this." She stated as I paddled over to her. I stood up and realized it wasn't as shallow there as I thought. The water was up to my armpits and I was eye level with Lindsey's mother's pussy. I think my eyes got big again. I felt like I should look away but I couldn't. The vulva was completely smooth and hairless. She left a small patch above her crease in the shape of a triangle; or an arrow' I thought maybe she should get a tattoo "Place tongue here" above it.' I almost giggled but I suppressed it into a big smile. Gracie's inner lips were even bigger than my moms. They were all folded over so I could hardly see the outer ones at all. I don't know how long I was staring but I realized at some point that Grace had spread her legs wider. I looked up into those big green eyes when she said "So what do you think?" I know I was blushing furiously. My mind turned the question over and over `she could be talking about anything, stupid!'
"About what?" I asked innocently.
"About my pussy, silly." Grace clarified and for emphasis reached between her legs and pulled up on her fleshy vulva. My eyes naturally followed the action. The outer parts of her lips were really dark almost brown but when she pulled up the inner surfaces were revealed to be a deep pink. As the fleshy wings blossomed outward it was impossible not to notice how the inner parts glistened with moisture. That's not from the pool water' I mused. I had unintentionally been moving closer. I caught a slight waft of her sent as she continued to spread herself for me. I could feel my own girlhood beginning to churn. What if I leak out into the swimming pool? Would it show?' I had never been this worked up in a pool before. Hell, I'd only been this worked up about five times in my life, and two of them happened today.
While I was contemplating the possible embarrassing evidence of my arousal, Gracie had continued to pull up on the tender flesh between her legs. There should have been a drum roll `Now appearing on center stage' a large red protrusion at the top of the slit. Once again in terms of size Grace was the winner. It was as big as the first joint of my little finger and pointing straight out. "Do you think I have a pretty pussy?" Grace asked as if she were asking me if I wanted sugar in my tea. I was speechless. "Come closer dear; I think it smells wonderful. What do you think?" All these questions, my head was beginning to spin and my pussy had turned in throb for pound when my host's clit had popped out.
It was somewhat similar to our earlier encounter, but much gentler. Lindsey's mom put her hand behind my head and encouraged [as opposed to pulled] me forward. It didn't take much encouragement I was ready for my first taste of a strange cunt. I was close enough now for the intoxicating fragrance of her sex to completely obliterate the chlorine smell. I inhaled deeply savoring the moment. Then I realized `I really didn't know what to do! I mean I had an idea but what if I did it wrong, what if she didn't like it, what if I hurt her?' So I froze.
I looked up, past the pendulous breasts to the sweetly smiling beautiful face. My expression must have been communication enough. "Take it slowly dear, just like you told me. Stick your tongue out and just gently lick it all around." Gracie's hand was still behind my head and pulling a little more insistently. I was disappointed because I was too close now to see the lovely pink folds but I found the hot slick texture of the labia, as my tongue made its first incursion into the unknown realm, was a more than adequate replacement. I tasted the thick sweet juice and I had to have more. I began lapping like a cow on a salt lick. From the bottom to the top of the steaming pussy I worked my tongue to collect as much of the delicious nectar as I could. "Ooooo... oh my God, oh darling slower... oh God I'm gonna cum... oh pleeease... aghh." I was beyond following instructions. Intuitively when Gracie's thighs clamped on my ears I took her huge engorged clit in my mouth sucking and simultaneously swirling it with my tongue and then I was under water.
I was suddenly panicky. Gracie's thighs were still clamped like a steel vise on my head and her orgasm had propelled her off the side of the pool. We were floating, well sort of, out into the middle. When I say floating, I don't know where my lover's head was but mine was a foot or more under water. I hadn't been paying any attention to how or even if I was breathing while I had my tongue in her cunt but suddenly that was the most important thing on my mind; breathing. I struggled to free myself from those powerful thighs but I just wasn't strong enough. My lungs were screaming for air but if you breathe now you're gonna drown' my logical mind told me. I couldn't see anything anyway cause my face was still plastered against Gracie's crotch and held there securely by those immovable thighs but just the same I felt a blackness coming; my mind was shutting down.
I woke up coughing and sputtering on the pool deck. My eyes wouldn't focus, but even in the haze I recognized those hooters hanging over top of me. "Oh sweetheart, I'm so sorry are you alright!" Gracie was crying. I was on my side and I heard the great whooping breathes although I didn't realize it was me making that sound. At that moment I realized I had never really appreciated air. Lindsey's mother was pounding me firmly between the shoulder blades and crying like a baby as I continued to cough and whoop.
It seemed to take a long time but gradually my breathing came back to normal. I felt kind of dizzy but otherwise not too much the worse for wear.' I was starting to feel bad for Grace though. She was sitting beside me with her head in her hands crying so pitifully. I managed to get to my feet, a little wobbly but no too bad' I decided. Going over to my lover I stroked her damp red hair, noticing how much darker it looked when it was wet. "It's OK, I'm OK." I consoled her.
"I could have killed you!" she almost shouted and then let out an agonized sound.
"Yeah, but its OK now; why worry about what didn't happen?"
"That was one of the most powerful orgasms of my life." She confided looking up at me with those big green peepers. "Actually it was probably three...or four, I lost count."
"Well good!" I said saucily "I wouldn't want to die for anything less than a four pack" and I honesty giggled. The smile literally lit up her face. I was once again amazed at the power in her legs as she shot up and hugged me fiercely. I felt how pliable those giant melons could be.
"Oh Becca I love you so much!" Nobody had called me Becca in years. It was kind of what I called myself before I could properly say my name. For a while some people called me that to be cute but I was pretty sure no one had used it in ten years or more. It felt sort of funny for Lindsey's mom to use it now. She put her arm around me and said "last one in the hot tub is a dry pussy," and then she broke into a full run.
There were no other incidents that night. I certainly enjoyed admiring missus Stern, er, I mean Grace's body as we sat in the hot tub reminiscing about shared memories. When she tucked me into bed she kissed me in a motherly way on the forehead and said
"Big day tomorrow; sleep well sweetheart." And I did.
When I came out of the orientation seminar I was surprised to see Gracie waiting for me on the walkway. The plan was that I would walk over to the bus depot, which was only a couple of blocks, and call my mom to let her know which bus I was catching, and what time I'd be in.
"What are you doing here?" I asked, hoping my delight at seeing her showed.
"Well I decided to drive you home instead of you taking that funky old bus." She said with that captivating smile of hers.
"Oh that's so awesome" I squealed; then returning to reality. "Are you sure? It's such a long drive."
"Well I was talking to your mom a while ago and we've got some catching up to do; so I thought what the hell ROAD TRIP!" then missus Stern giggled.
I settled into the luxury of her SUV like a queen on her thrown. In minutes we were barreling down the highway at what seemed to be very high speed. Our eyes met across the leather console "I make this trip a bit quicker than the bus." She smiled. She was wearing a grey silk blouse and a black skirt. The skirt was surprisingly short, but even more surprising was that she was wearing black stockings; in this heat! I could see the lacey tops of her hose but not tell tale garter bumps. `Must be the elastic kind' I reasoned. I knew my mom had a couple of pair she wore with certain outfits. Dressed to impress? Whom?
I tried not to stare at her bossom this time but having seen it naked only seemed to make it that much more alluring. Gracie hit play on the CD player and a Mozart symphony came to life through what I thought at that moment was the best sound system I had ever heard. The music, the day, the company, carried me away.
I felt the deceleration as the SUV, with expert guidance, negotiated the curving ramp. I blinked my eyes and swiveled my head. "Almost there, sleepy head." Grace taunted as she stopped at the traffic signal. I looked at the clock glowing on the dash; seven pm. I shook my head and looked again. Yup we had made the trek in two and a half hours; it took over four by bus without stops. It seemed Lindsey's mom knew exactly where she was going without any directions from me. We rolled into our driveway, the SUV dwarfing my mothers Honda [in size Grace wins again]. Before we reached the door my mom flung it open and grabbed me in a very tight hug
"Welcome home sweetheart!" she said enthusiastically. Then the two most significant adults in my life stood facing each other for just a moment. They gripped each others shoulders and locked eyes
"Gracie!" my mother broke the pregnant silence.
"Mandy!" Grace returned and they were now locked in a more than friendly embrace. Even to an inexperienced teenager the sparks were obvious. I marveled at how those two impressive bossoms managed to compress, mash, or move to allow these two women to engage in a kiss that frankly took my breath away. They were gripping each other by the shoulders again
"It's been a long time." Gracie offered
"Too long!" my mother countered "Come on in. You made good time." We made our way through our tiny entry hall; I could smell my mother's signature dish, Veal Scaloppini bubbling in the oven. "Dinner won't be ready for a half an hour would you like some wine now?"
"That would be lovely." Grace accepted as she moved with surprising intuition toward the living room. I wasn't expecting to be included, so when my mother returned with three glasses I was thrilled.
"You're in college now" she said as she handed me the cool wine glass "there'll be more than enough of this stuff rolling down your throat pretty soon." And she gave me a wink. Mom turned away to face Grace. I noticed for the first time how mom was dressed; a slinky black dress that had no back at all and her own `stay up' hose on her legs. For some reason I felt very nervous and had to sit down. I watched in admiration as these two central figures of my existence held hands and chatted as though they were lovers. I couldn't hear what they were saying, as close as they were, but every once in a while one of them would glance in my direction. I just sat there sipping my wine feeling sort of grown up, but the stupid yellow sundress made me feel like a ten year old compared to what the other women were wearing.
After dinner my mom and Gracie retired to the living room. I went to the family room and tried to get interested in something on TV; fat chance. I flipped channels for almost an hour before boredom over took me. Since I had napped on the ride home I wasn't really that tired. I decided I'd go to my room and either read or play some games on line. I innocently went to say good night to my mom and Gracie.
I stood in the doorway to the living room transfixed. Gracie's blouse was completely off, so was her bra both in a heap on the floor. Her ample breasts were subtlety visible in the light from the end table lamps. My mother had one of those succulent nipples in her mouth. My mother was no more decently attired. Her dress was down around her waist and her bra if she'd had one to begin with was nowhere in sight. Grace had my mom's huge nipples between her fingers and was squeezing and pulling on both of mom's breasts at once. I had to stifle a groan as an unexpected rocket shot up my pussy.
Holding on to the door frame I watched as the two women fondled and sucked on each other's breasts. I had to reach under my ridiculous dress and grab my crotch. I felt the inevitable wetness and let my finger tip trace the sensitive outline of my budging lips. "We gotta stop" my mom finally gasped "what if Becky walks in?" I made a quick move back around the door post. I could almost feel my mother's eyes on the doorway where I had been only a second earlier.
"Don't worry honey" Grace reassured "she knows more than you think she does."
I hated being blind. Standing in the hall I was afraid to peek around the door again in case one of them was looking that way. After Grace's comment there was silence. It was killing me. When I couldn't stand it any longer I did poke my head around the corner. There was no need to worry about one of them noticing me. They were both looking directly at the doorway where I was standing. "Come on in dear, the water's fine!" Gracie said with a sort of laugh in her voice.