Nope....and it's her MOM!

It only took a few more steps of whoever was approaching for Ellen to clamp her thighs around your head, trapping your mouth inches from her pussy. You struggled against her, but she held tight and thumped you on your head.

"Ellen!" a familiar voice shouted. You couldn't quite place it because of the sculpted thighs locking your head in place.

"Hi Mom!" Ellen responded. "Go on, have a seat!" she invited. A crazy grin plastered itself to your face and your head tilted just a little bit; just enough for the tip of your tongue to barely brush against the outer lips of the shaved snatch in front of you. She almost kicked you but seemed to retain her composure for her mother.

Eileen sat down across from her daughter and you were glad the tables in here were so huge. As soon as she was settled, you pushed your way to Ellen's dripping snatch and started quietly licking and sucking while she tried to have a conversation with her mother.

"So I guess the first thing I should ask is why are you wearing a towel in a public place, young lady?" Eileen said with what you recognize as mock scorn. It was that joking motherly tone that you heard so many times when you and Ellen were in high school and studying together.

"Amy locked me out of my room," she lied. "was taking a shower," she continued and adjusted the towel. The adjustment was more for your benefit than covering herself in front of her mother and you pushed her thighs wide open, her legs splayed and knees resting against the bench she was sitting on. Your tongue snaked up her drooling pussy, its tip rubbing against her g-spot and you felt her tighten as she tried to keep quiet.

"Roommates will do that, Ellen," Eileen said. You could feel the cunt locked around your tongue start to spasm and you decided to back off her for a second. A curious thought flashed through your mind and you turned to see Eileen's legs under the table.

She was normally a very elegant, very proper woman, clad in stockings and business attire. You had never seen her wear pretty much anything else, because she was always coming from or going to work when you'd met her in the past. Today was a refreshing switch. She was wearing strappy sandals with tall heels in the back, which made her already amazing legs look delicious. Her tanned calves flowed seemlessly into her thighs, which were parted just the slightest bit, giving you the hope of seeing something beneath her bright red sundress, but the shadows at the junction of her thighs could not be penetrated.

Ellen breathed a sigh of relief when she realized you had stopped licking her mercilessly, a sigh punctuated by two fingers sliding up into her. You noted with amazement that as tight as she was clamping around your tongue, your fingers had plenty of room. Several thoughts started rolling through your head and a wicked, evil grin twisted your lips.

"So I hear Scott's supposed to be visiting this weekend," Eileen said, the sound of her slurping delicately on a drink ending her statement.

"Oh, I'm sure he'll pop up soon," Ellen said. There was the slightest tremble in her voice and you made your decision.