Mrs. Cleft wants a taste too

"Ohhh god," Mrs. Cleft moans, clenching your face between her thighs, "your tongue is amazing."

"Mmmmmm," you agree and close your lips around her protruding clit.

You suck, she screams, and then thrashes. Mrs. Cleft abruptly unhooks her legs from your shoulders. You lift your head from her soaked pussy and look at her between her massive tits.

"Come on," she pats her shoulders. "Get that tight little pussy of yours up here so we can both use our tongues."

You catch the meaning and crawl up her body. You kiss up her belly and over her breasts, lingering at her mouth so she can taste her own pussy juices. Then you keep crawling and it's Mrs. Cleft's turn to kiss your breasts. You pause to let her gently suck one of your nipples and then you drag your tit from her mouth and keep crawling. She licks down your chest, across your flat stomach and over your navel.

When your pussy is above her face you gingerly rearrange your knees. You turn to face her feet and plant a knee on either side of her head, then you lower yourself over her. The size of her breasts make the 69 a bit awkward, but Mrs. Cleft gamely cranes her neck and plants a kiss on your wet slit just as you're lowering your tongue to her drenched cunny.

As you resume your licking and sucking of her swollen clit you quickly learn that Mrs. Cleft has an expert tongue and a real hunger for your pussy. She wraps her arms around your ass and pulls you against her face. Her tongue snakes inside you and you moan against her pussy. You can feel her nose wiggling in the crack of your ass as she works her mouth from side to side in long sensual strokes of her tongue.

She's so good it's making it difficult to focus on licking her pussy, but you manage to concentrate as her tongue ravishes your tight slit. You slurp noisily on on her sex, even nibbling a bit at her slippery folds. That elicits a moan and a puff of warm exhalation on your cunt.

Before long you've worked into a mutual rhythm. You lick and suck her gushing cunt, teasing it with fingers, and she buries her tongue in you and rolls it like a warm wave against your clit. You each begin to squirm and thrust against your sex against the other's mouth. Passionate moans and the wet squishing sounds of probing fingers and sucking lips echo in the basement.

Mrs. Cleft has a head start, which allows you to bring her over the finish line first. She lifts her ass up off the floor and squeezes your head between her legs as you slam your fingers in and out and treat her tortured clit like a miniature cock.

"YESSSS!" She wails, her fingers digging into the flesh of your ass. "I'm cumming!"

"MMMMM!" You cry into her clit as you feel the walls of her pussy tighten around your fingers.

She thrusts against your fingers like a cock and licks at you feverishly as her orgasm takes hold. Your efforts are rewarded with a noticable gush of fluid that you slurp into your mouth, slightly sweeter than the juices that cover your face. With carefully timed thrusts of your fingers and merciless licking and sucking of her clit, you prolong her orgasm to more than a minute. By the time her thighs relax around your sweaty face her whole body is quaking with aftershocks.

Your own orgasm is fast approaching and you take the opportunity to sit up slightly and begin to grind against her mouth. You continue to massage her with your fingers, but now your gyrating hips and your buzzing clit are your only focus.

Mrs. Cleft can sense your orgasm approaching and she has a surprise in store. Just as you begin to peak she replaces her tongue with her thumb on your clit and begins to lick your tight pink asshole. It's too much. You arch your back and thrust back against her face as your orgasm surges. It only intensifies when her tongue penetrates your clenched rosebud and thrusts in and out of you like a cock. Orgasmic waves radiate out from where her thumb is deftly massaging your clit.

After what seems like a hundred years your orgasm subsides. You are able to weakly roll off Mrs. Cleft and turn yourself to face her. You gaze at each other through a gauzy haze of pheremones and satisfaction and then wordlessly embrace. Your legs tangle, your lips lock, and you taste each other for several minutes.

When you finally break the embrace, Mrs. Cleft brushes aside strands of hair plastered to your forehead with sweat.

"That was-," you both say simultaneously and then laugh.

"Were you going to say the best?" She asks, still giggling.

"Yeah," you nod, "definitely."

As she holds you tightly in her arms you begin to realize that this was a little more than a diverting little grudge fuck. You have strange feelings welling up inside. Is it just the afterglow talking or are you really falling for Tommy Cleft's mom, a woman more than twice your age?