Carol rang the Lawsons' doorbell and waited. Jill answered. "Hi," she said brightly. Barefoot and clad in a short terrycloth robe, she looked as if she was fresh from the shower. Her skin glowed and her hair was tousled and damp.
"Am I interrupting anything?"
"Nah. Come on in. Where have you been hiding yourself? It's been ages."
"Yeah, I know, and I'm sorry," Carol stepped into the foyer. "I guess since the separation I've just sort of withdrawn. Other than work and trying to get a leash on Harper, I spend a lot of time in bed."
Jill nodded sympathetically. "It must be terribly difficult. But I'm always here, Hon. Right next door and all. Coffee?"
"Thanks, yeah."
Carol followed Jill into the kitchen and sat at the marble island while the blonde busied herself with the coffee maker. When she reached up into an overhead cabinet to retrieve the coffee pods, Carol caught a flash of one nipple, making her wonder whether her neighbor was wearing anything at all under her robe. Remembering how gorgeous Jill had looked, standing brazen in the sunlight with those three guys a few hours earlier, heat rose in Carol's belly and her cunt moistened.
Jill turned and caught Carol's frank stare. "So what's on your mind?"
"Sorry?" Carol said.
"Something's brought you out of your shell today. So I'm wondering what's up?"
"Well, I'm really here to talk about what's up with you," Carol ventured. "Your privacy fence. It doesn't really work, you know? Not on my side of the yard, anyway. And this morning..."
"What about this morning?" Jill regarded her warily but with an unexpected glimmer of amusement.
Encouraged by the twinkle in her neighbor's eye, Carol continued, "You're quite the naughty girl, aren't you?"
Jill smiled wickedly. "Every chance I get." To Carol's happy surprise, the blonde opened the front of her robe, reaching inside to idly thumb one nipple. "Spring's just the best time of year. The outdoor air's fresh and smells so good. Makes you want to open up the house. Doesn't it?"
"Sure. But what does that have to do with--"
Jill walked around the kitchen island to stand right in front of Carol. "Only thing about that is, neighbor, you want to remember to shut those windows sometimes when you're getting 'naughty' yourself. Whoever your little girlfriend is, she's a screamer. So are you." She winked and added, "Whoever she is. I certainly wouldn't have any idea."
Carol hadn't been prepared for this. She couldn't hide an embarrassed grin. "Guess we're birds of a feather. Both a little too slutty for our own good?"
"More than a little. Although that three-on-one was a personal best," Jill boasted. "I don't suppose many gals around here are degenerates like me."
"Oh, you'd be surprised." Carol stood up and unbuttoned her shirt. "But let's not compete. We ought to share our experience and support each other. One slut to another. Don't you agree?"
"Absolutely." Jill threw off her robe. Carol quickly stripped and they embraced. They kissed passionately, hands roaming over each other's naked backs and butts and thighs. Carol was excited by the differences between making out with her daughter and with her neighbor. Jill's kiss was demanding but patient. Her knowing fingers explored Carol's body in a leisurely, unhurried fashion. Harper had cute little breasts, but Jill's were oversized like Carol's. Their tits mashed together between them like enormous pillows. The women twisted and rubbed their stiff nipples together, triggering little shooting flames of erotic excitement through their bodies.
Jill broke the kiss and nibbled at Carol's ear, moving down her long neck and licking a warm trail down over the full curves of the brunette's breasts. She licked and kissed one broad nipple, biting down gently. "Mmmmm," Carol sighed.
"Nice big ones, like mine," Jill murmured. "I love sucking big tits. I even love to suck my own. You?"
"Uh-huh. All the time. Ever since they got big enough."
"I can tell that you and me are gonna have some fun times together." Continuing to squeeze and suck Carol's nipples, Jill slid her hand between their flat bellies and down to her neighbor's cunt. She ran two fingers around Carol's wet sex lips, then dipped them into her own slit, coating them in her juice. She brought her hand up to Carol's mouth. Carol sucked the blonde's fingers between her full lips and greedily lapped up their mingled cunt cream.
They drifted into the living room, arms around one another's asses, each caressing the other's tits, unwilling to break their physical connection for even a second. They lay down on their sides on the plush carpet. Carol's face was between Jill's thighs and Jill's between Carol's. Jill crooked one knee and rested that foot flat on the floor, opening her naked cunt wide to whatever Carol wanted to do. Carol mirrored her.
Jill's round clit was prominent at the apex of her slit, sticking out fully erect and the size of Carol's pinky. Carol stroked it gently, slipping two fingers into the blonde's pussy and working them in and out.
"That's it, Hon," Jill sighed. "That's just the right way." Carol moaned as she felt Jill's hands on her thighs and hot breath on her wet pussy. "Oh, look, you're all opened up and full of girl juice. Yummy!" Her mouth closed over Carol's mound and her tongue probed deep into the brunette's drooling fuck-hole.
Carol had thought that her daughter must be the best pussy-licker on the planet. It took Jill four seconds to shatter that naive, proud motherly assumption into a million pieces. Jill was as voracious as Harper but with a couple of decades of additional experience in pleasing other women. Dizzy with pleasure, Carol kissed Jill's clit and pushed two more fingers into the blonde's sweet fuck-hole.
"Ooooo, you're stretching me out good!" Jill mumbled around Carol's pussy.
Carol pumped four fingers back and forth inside Jill, going a little deeper with each stroke. "I doubt it," she snickered. "You were taking a lot more than this up your slutty snatch a couple hours ago."
"So I was," Jill said. Her tongue snaked up along the inner flesh of Carol's pussy. When Carol felt the tip flick against the nerve bundle of her G-spot, she screamed and bucked hard against Jill's face. "Found it!" Jill kept licking the sensitive little bundle of nerves inside Carol's fuck tunnel, spiking her neighbor's lust into the stratosphere.
In response, Carol slipped her thumb into the blonde's cunt alongside her fingers, so that her entire hand was inside. "How's that?" she hissed. "Big enough for you?" She gently eased her narrow wrist past Jill's pussy lips, moving her hand and part of her arm back and forth like a man's cock. "Am I as big as Wyatt Foster, slut?"
"You're tearing me up!" Jill groaned. "No! Don't--Jesus God, fuck me all the way! Get your whole arm in there, goddamnit!"
Wonderful as cocks were, they didn't have fingers. Carol played the tips of hers along the inside of Jill's sex channel like a flutist playing a lusty tune on the blonde's nervous system, strumming her libido toward a final crescendo.
"I-I'm--" Jill came hard, gasping and crying but never pausing in her own oral attention to her neighbor's cunt. When Carol's climax hit, her splendid body jerked and writhed as if she were caught in a cyclone.
"Did I tell you this would be worth it?" Bryan's voice boomed out from somewhere above their heads.
"Well fuck me dead," a second voice replied in an awed whisper. "I don't goddamn believe this."
"Oh, SHIT!" Jill broke free of Carol in a panic, sitting up with her legs together and crossing her arms in a futile attempt to hide her mammoth tits from the astonished eyes of her son, Corey. He and Bryan were standing in the arched entranceway to the living room, watching their mothers with keen interest and more than a little amusement.
Corey Lawson was a sandy-haired, handsome young fellow with an easy smile. He'd acquired a passion for bodybuilding during his senior year in high school and had developed a deeply chiseled, hard-muscled but trim physique that had caught Carol's eye more than a few times over the last year or so. She'd wistfully taken particular note of the heavy bulge that often tented his slim-cut jeans when she'd engage him in driveway conversations.
"Why aren't you at work?" Jill summoned up such a tone of motherly disapproval that Carol burst out laughing.
"Bryan texted and said if I blew off my second shift he'd swing by to pick me up and that I'd never regret it." Corey had recovered quickly from his initial shock and was eyeing both naked women frankly. "So I got another guy to cover for me."
"G-go upstairs this instant!" Jill demanded. "I'll be up to talk to you in a few minutes."
"Who are you yellin' at, Mom? It's not like I'm the one who's breaking any rules."
"Your son's right, Jill." Before the blonde could come up with a response, Carol got to her knees and unsnapped Corey's jeans. "I know this is awkward for all of us, but why don't we treat it as an opportunity?" She grabbed the waistbands of the young man's jeans and undershorts and pulled them down together. His cock sprang out rigid and ready for action.
"O-opportunity?" Jill hesitated, staring at her son's prick.
