And tied in tongues*

"Mark doesn't know his Dad left you to pay like this, does he?" Stacy asked the woman she so admired, their faces so close together as they set to the task at hand.

"No… I never told him… and you have to promise not to either!"

Ms Jay looked directly into her teenage companion's eyes, forcing the oath through with burning conviction.

"But why?! Why let the bastard get away with doing this to you?"

Stacy sucked furiously upon the cock she had somehow persuaded her best friend's mother to share with her. Inner fires stoked by the injustices man so often seemed to inflict upon woman. Her older, wiser opposite smiled at this display of bristling defence, but took a few measured licks of her own before answering.

“Because Mark needs a Father… even an absolute deadbeat of one. He was hurt enough by the man running out on us; if he learned about this as well I worry he might have just lost all faith in members of his own gender entirely. A young man needs to know there are good and bad sides to everything… love, family, loose sex and loyal obligations. There were… reasons me and his Dad had the tumultuous relationship we did. I wouldn’t say all the blame lies with him.”

Mr Banks looked down upon the two entirely different, yet equally beautiful creatures lapping at his genitalia. This was not how he expected this to all turn out. Young Stacy seemed to just appear out of nowhere and turn the world on its head, wherever she went. Drawing everyone around her into her own sordid ideas of what was casually acceptable. While this ‘Ms Jay’ fascinated him in ways no other woman had for a long, long time... She certainly wasn’t like any other stripper he’d ever met. The fact that they were both around the same age as his own wife and daughter set terrible comparisons rattling through his head. Somehow his home life suddenly seemed terribly grey and dull, when intimate discussions were being made across the shared microphone of his intimacies.

The highschooler slurped thoughtfully upon her current, fleshy treat. Absorbing Ms Jay’s words while performing this lurid action which had become so second nature to her. So centering and restful. Everything seemed clearer when she had a cock in her cheek, and she wondered if the older woman had agreed to join her down here because she actually felt the same. They worked in tandem. Sliding their lips up and down the length of that pillar and running tongues around both the tip and balls. Their faces came so close for this… and their mouths so near to joining. She could smell Mark’s mom’s sweet breath mixed in with the heady scent of penis. Neither of them were really focussed on the man they were supposedly pleasuring, and instead just watching each other. The teenage girl was beginning to feel like she’d very much like to know what those soft lips might feel like, pressed up against her own. Her admiration for Ms Jay as a sort of mentor had always been spiced with just a hint of something else… and now, in this dark and sweaty place… she was starting to realise what that might be.

“Can you teach me…?” She began… in a slightly breathless whisper. “...T-to move and dance like that, I mean.” She blushed furiously as they both reached the swollen head at the same time and ended up with tongues brushing against each other. “You looked incredible!”

The older woman, for her part, was also showing signs of being a little hot and bothered. Kneeling here, on the cold and sticky floor. Next to naked and sharing a cock with the object of all her son’s fantasies. Somehow it made her feel like a schoolgirl herself again… exploring uncharted waters in desire and relationships. She had watched this precious thing buck her hips against those two dear boys time and time again in the sanctuary she had provided for them. It was ridiculous to lie anymore and not admit that Mr Banks had been right in suggesting she’d been getting something out of that herself. Since Rick had run off, the outlets she’d found for her own sexual energy had seemed to become more and more tangential. Flaunting herself in this dank and dingy club had become a twisted little delight she looked forward to more and more. When she had stepped through that curtain and seen Stacy sitting there… so tightly wrapped in black and rubbing herself raw against a stranger. Well, two worlds had collided… and she wasn’t sure she could separate them again emotionally. Her desire to teach this young thing how to safely navigate her budding sexuality had become tangled hopelessly with just her own baser desires. It felt very much like the door to being a responsible guardian had shut somewhere far behind, and she wasn't even sure where she’d stepped past it.

When the throbbing thing between them finally burst forth, there was no stopping the inevitable. They each caught as much of it as they could and immediately threw it together in a tangle of tongues. Pulling each other’s body close as they squeezed the cock empty between two mismatched pairs of tingling breasts. Mr Banks could only watch on in amazement as the kiss seemed to go on and on for hours… His own expulsions lost and swallowed somewhere in the midst of all that writhing.