Linda’s discovery – part 2a

“Yes baby, I love the idea of you and me fucking next to Tom and Annie,” I replied, letting him believe that it was me he had heard let out the audible groan. The combination of this mental image along with the actual image of Anne obviously fingering her pussy sitting right next to me was a powerful aphrodisiac. I unbuttoned my shorts and pushed them down to my ankles. I glanced at Annie and she didn’t notice.

“I bet you would love to see Tom’s dick,” my son said. “Or maybe it’s his mom’s pussy that you would like looking at?”

I froze for a second. I had never told Annie about my college experimentations and wasn’t sure how she might respond. Her eyes opened and she looked straight at me. I was naked except for the thong that I was wearing, one hand pulling on a nipple, the other hand inside the front of my thong, with a finger obviously inside my cunt.

“Would you like that mom?” he asked. “Would you like to see her pussy? I bet it tastes so good. Like your roommate in college.”

All I could do was moan at his description. But Anne decided to take action. She unsnapped her shorts and quickly pushed them and her panties down over her ankles. She leaned back against the arm of the sofa and spread her legs so that I was staring directly at her obviously wet pussy. She lifted her shirt and bra in one motion and tugged at her nipple while putting a finger from her other hand deep in her pussy.

I gathered myself enough to say “Oh baby, I know it would taste wonderful. She has a beautiful pussy. And I am sure it would be sooo wet with Tom’s hard cock going in and out of it.”

I tried to take my eyes off her finger going in and out but couldn’t. She was looking directly into my eyes, watching me watching her get herself off.

“Shit mom, I’m about to cum,” my son gasped.

“Me too baby. Cum for mommy.”

With that, both Anne and I closed our eyes and frigged ourselves to an incredible climax. I could hear Mark grunting on the other end of the line, muffling the sounds both Annie and I were making.

When we all returned to some level of normalcy I told him that I loved him and that we would talk again soon.

As I hung up, Annie, still lightly stroking her pussy and staring at me pushed her finger in her sopping pussy and pulled it out, glistening with her juices. She inspected it for a second and then put it in her mouth, sucking off all of the juices. I was just watching her, my hands still lightly stroking my breasts and pussy as well. Involuntarily, I licked my lips at the sight of her tasting her own pussy juices.