Finally, I'm here with the next part of this long story. I apologize for taking such a long time to complete it. I finished writing it a couple of months ago, but without an editor, it took me a while to finish the edits. If you still see errors, please accept my apology for missing them. I just wanted to get it out there.
As you can see, I enjoy crafting a slow burn story. So, once again, I must mention that this might not be your cup of tea if you're not a fan of lengthy narratives with a gradual progression and an abundance of internal thoughts delving into the complex depths of the human mind.
However, if you have been following the story thus far, I sincerely thank you for sticking around. It would mean the world to me if you could take a moment to leave a rating after you finish reading this chapter and for the previously published ones as well. Your feedback would be greatly appreciated as it will provide me with insight into where I stand as a writer of fictional erotic stories and motivate me to write more chapters.
Once again, constructive criticism is welcome. Enjoy!
Next day Jenny woke up feeling all hot and bothered. Last night she slept in nude and remembered what went down at Mark's and their chat from yesterday.
Jenny was really stoked because she suggested Mark to seduce his mom. Although she never considered hooking up with Mrs. Hamilton.
Sure, she'd wondered what it would be like to be with an older mature woman like Kelly's mother, to feel a big set of tits in her hands, to see how different it felt from hers or Kelly's. And to feel, and taste, a married, experienced pussy, and what that would be like? She'd licked her own pussy juice off her hands almost every time since she'd started masturbating, loving the taste. What about the pussy of a mature woman, like Mark's mother or, better, her own mother? How different would it be compared to hers?
She knows it's just a matter of time before Mark fucks his mother. The way his mom was listening to Mark eating her pussy, it's bound to happen, eventually.
Especially after Mark spilled the beans about how he conned his mom into letting him get a whiff of her aroused pussy after the gym. But unlike before, she wasn't feeling envious of it.
Jenny wished she was giving Mark a blowjob while he was smelling his mom's turned-on, hungry mommy pussy. Also, her own interaction with Mrs. Hamilton has changed her mind. She realized that if she wants to get her hands inside Mrs. Hamilton's panties, Jenny has no other choice but to allow Mark fuck his own mother.
But she still couldn't decide if she should let Mrs. Hamilton take her son's virginity. Jenny wasn't keen on losing her virginity right now, but she knows she can't stop Mark from fucking his busty, slutty, centerfold mother. That would be selfish on Jenny's part.
"I have been fooling around with Kelly, so I am in no position to judge if Mark puts his cock inside his mother's pussy before mine. I would be okay to be the sloppy second. Actually, I would love to be a sloppy second." She thought, while licking her lips.
The wicked, sinful idea excited her more that Mark losing his virginity to his mother. Who is better to teach him how to fuck than his own mother!! Jenny thought, while feeling her nipples becoming stiff just thinking about Mark pushing his massive horse cock into his mother's defenseless pussy and then pounding her pussy until she couldn't cum anymore.
She pushed her hands between her chubby legs and felt that her pussy was getting extremely moist just thinking about it. The outer lips of her smooth, girlish cunt were puffy and sticky with her greasy juices. She touched her pink sensitive clit and gave it a quick rub.
"Ohh, goodness!" The intense sensation she felt took aback Jenny, her teenage mind filled with thoughts of a taboo encounter between a mother and her son. She withdrew her slim fingers from between her cleft, only to discover her fingers coated with her warm, sticky, transparent moisture of her own desire.
She shoved her fingers into her mouth, tasting the sweet musky girly syrup.
"Mmmmm. Pretty soon, it will be Mrs. Hamilton's pussy cream replacing mine." She murmured, savoring the taste of her honey-drenched fingers, leaving no trace behind.
Her sex fueled day dreaming broke ask she heard her mother working in the kitchen. Jenny's thoughts went right into her own mother.
"Poor mom. I am pretty sure dad doesn't like lick her or give her the orgasms she needs." Jenny thought sadly.
She knew her mother was in her sexual prime and being the daughter of her mother, she can guess her mother must be an extremely horny woman like herself. But her father has been becoming an old man who doesn't have much, or any, sex left in him. She felt sad and worried about her mom, thinking she must be extremely sexually frustrated and Jenny could guess why lately her mother look so aloof and distant.
"I am pretty sure mom doesn't masturbate either."
Jenny blamed her mother's conservative upbringing for that. Growing up in a conservative Christian household, her mother was likely taught that such behavior was taboo or downright sinful.
Her upbringing might have made her feel bad or guilty about exploring her sexuality and pleasuring herself. As a result, Jenny assumed that her mother still adheres to these beliefs and did not engage in self pleasuring activities.
"Wish I had a brother who could have given it to mom." The thought of incestuous sex was consuming her mind, and she was hoping to be a part of it somehow.
Knowing her father would not be home not until night, she opted for a relaxed outfit to combat the scorching summer heat. She slipped into a sleeveless T-shirt, accompanied by a pair of form-fitting shorts that accentuated her peachy buttocks. As she moved, her creamy bouncy ass cheeks peeked out, and the thin fabric of her shirt couldn't hide her erect nipples.
She relished the lingering flavor of her pussy goo on her tongue, savoring the intimate taste. With a knowing smile, she made a mental note to brush her teeth in due time, fully embracing the indulgence.
Jenny walked downstairs, feeling the crotch of her shorts pulling up against her already wet slit creating an obscene fat cameltoe.
She planned to spend the day with her mother and find out more about her sex life. She wanted to make it a mother daughter bonding day.
When Susan awoke, her husband had already left for work, a usual occurrence. However, as she stirred in bed, she couldn't help but notice the uncomfortable wetness between her legs, similar to her daughter's experience. Blushing with embarrassment, she realized that her married, unsatisfied vagina was drenched in her own secretions, leaving a prominent creamy white stain on her panties. The sensation was accompanied by a fiery itch deep within, making her squirm uncomfortably as she needed a relief. It seemed impossible to scratch the persistent itch, leaving Susan feeling both perplexed and increasingly frustrated about her condition.
Susan was reaching a breaking point, unable to suppress her insatiable desires any longer. The image of Mark Hamilton's thick, rigid, and pulsating member consumed her thoughts. If he were in her presence at that moment, she would willingly surrender her sex-starved body to his every whim.
The realization made her tremble. Susan discarded her panties, flinging them into the corner of the room. Without a care for who might witness her exposed sticky vulva, she descended the stairs to prepare breakfast, disregarding the need for a fresh pair. Susan was so over it, she couldn't even be bothered by being naked underneath her gown.
Jenny caught a glimpse of her mother, who was leaning over by the fridge, rummaging through the bottom drawer. Her creamy white legs, smooth and elongated, were visible, the hem of her gown reaching just below the curve of her peachy buttocks.
The sight of her mother's shaped legs, which were toned and adorned with muscular, curvaceous thighs, captivated Jenny. Susan wore a sleeveless, floral mid-thigh length maxi dress, the same one she would often wear to bed. The satin fabric clung to her tight, heart-shaped buttocks, leaving no visible panty line. As Jenny took a deep breath, she became aware that her mother was not wearing any underwear, and her pussy was exposed underneath the dress. She felt a shiver of pleasure run through her body, almost bringing her to the brink of orgasm.
She quickly came down and went behind her mom and embraced her from the back once she stood up. Jenny pushed her stiff nipples against her mother's back. And nuzzled her face on to her mother's shoulder.
Susan jumped.
"You almost scared me, Jenny!" As her daughter pressed her taut nipples against her back, a strange tingling sensation coursed through her loins, surprising Susan with its intensity.
"Good morning, sweetheart! Why the sudden love!?"
"Morning mom." Jenny breathed in her mother's floral shampoo as she felt like a little girl again.
"I just love you so much!" Jenny became emotional.
"I love you too, sweetheart." Susan kissed on Jenny's forehead. She loved the closeness with her daughter. The emotional turmoil was taking a toll on her mind and body and this is the first time in months she felt some physical intimacy with another human being, even if it was her daughter. She was feeling grateful to her daughter for the hug.
Jenny let go of her mom and took a seat at the dining table. Susan joined her daughter on the table with a plate full of French toast.
"So everything is okay in your life? Anything interesting happening?"
With an assuring smile, Susan asked, hinting that she already knew her daughter's secret.
Jenny could tell that her mother knew about Mark and her. So She resolved to be honest with her mother, but a perverse idea dawned on her.
"I am pretty sure I know what you mean. Yes, I am dating Mark. But how do you know!!!?" Jenny sounded surprised and fearful.
Susan just smiled and said,
"A mother knows, dear."
She hid the fact that for the last 8 hours she has been dreaming about getting her unsatisfied, oily, Christian pussy being ravaged by her daughter's big dick, panty sniffer, boyfriend.
"You don't have to be worried, honey. I am not going to tell your father. If you are planning to spend your life with someone, it's important to know if you two are emotionally and physically good fit." Her voice was dripping with a subtle sadness.
Jenny was surprised by what her conservative Christian mother had just said. But from the sadness of her tone, she could detect that it had to be her mother's own frustration with her husband that lead her to support Jenny's decision of dating Mark.
Susan was determined to be not like her own mother. She doesn't want her daughter to end of having the same fate as herself. If she was having this conversation with Jenny before having seen the picture of Mark's penis on her phone, she might have acted differently. Susan wanted her daughter to experience the pleasures she could only dream of.
