Fingers in the pocket

"You've got to be more careful about who you just hand yourself over to, my lovely."

Ms Jay stated, trying to feel like she could still offer motherly advice, even as a hypocrite. Her fingers were delving in and out of the young thing's oh-so eager pussy with practiced talent. She had taken several women as lovers before, over the years. But there was something different about having this ball of pink and writhing innocence in her lap that made it all seem fresh again.

Everything she did seemed to elicit an exaggerated, gasping reaction from the girl… yet all of which seemed honest in their recounting of how good you were making her feel. Either she was an incredibly talented actress, or really was just such an over-hyped bundle of nerves that every touch brought her to some new height of ecstasy. Whichever it was, the urge to then do more was inescapable. The suburban mother now understood why her son and Peter never seemed to run out of energy in fucking her. Pleasuring this little harlot was an endless delight all of its own. One that you could easily understand might become addictive. She was already finding herself nibbling on an earlobe as the teen's body bucked back against her. You could just lie in this bathwater until it would have become ice, ice cold… instead keeping it sizzling around the skin of her climax after climax after climax.

"Oh, Ms Jay!" She cried. Moaning, bated voice giving no indication of whether she'd actually heard the words said to her.

"If you give too much away… people will only keep expecting more. You're much better off making sure you don't burn bridges with those who genuinely love you in other ways as well."

Melanie wasn't sure if she was trying to persuade the teenager, or herself… as she leaned in to offer a tongue to be tangled with and sucked upon. Her companion kissed back like her very life depended on it, pouring appreciation for everything those more experienced fingers were bringing her back upwards.

It was of course at that moment, that Mark arrived back home. Barging straight on into the unlocked bathroom with his fly half undone already. The look of surprise on his face: to find his own mother two knuckles deep in Stacy and a trail of saliva connecting their lips, might well have been extremely humorous… had any of them the mental capacity to appreciate it right then. No-one said anything for a good thirty seconds, save for the continuing soft moans that came since Ms Jay's hands could not be stopped in their sacred work.

As always, it was Stacy's instincts which kicked in first. There, within reach, was a pair of pants half-opened… and she was in the very extremes of horny. She had Mark's cock out and secured in a cheek far before he could even think 'ActuallyStaceIstillreallyneedapiss'. By then, of course… there was no reclaiming her favourite pacifier from between those clamping lips. The boy just had to suffer through that conflicting combination of pressures. All while staring in disbelief at his parent's churning wrist and other hand creeping up to supportively rub his friend's back. There was no textbook for reactions to any of this. He just had to hold on for dear life to all the crisscrossing signals his body was sending him. The tightly wound coils and springs that only Stacy ever seemed able to cause… Or release…