Chapter 4

"And this boy had the audacity to say he wanted to fuck me." Janet Douglas went on, pausing to sip at her coffee. "Can you imagine that? Right in the middle of the shopping mall! And I'd never lain eyes on him in my life!"

"Good lord." Angela replied, smiling faintly. "What did you say back?"

"Well, I didn't say anything! I just walked away! Honestly, this sort of thing still happens to me and I'm thirty-eight years old. It must be these big titties of mine that does it. Of course, you have the same problem!"

Janet took a long look at Angela's ample tits and the two mothers shared a long laugh as they reached for more donuts on the coffee table between them. It was one in the afternoon and Angela was enjoying her usual coffee with her friend and neighbor.

Since being widowed, Janet had lived in the small house across the street from Angela's apartment complex, alone with her son Mike. Mike was Tony's age, though the boys didn't socialize much at school, and Janet was also very sexy for her age, with long brown hair and an extremely voluptuous, big-titted figure.

Three or four afternoons a week, the two women got together and they usually talked about sex. Janet complained a lot about strange men making passes at her, squeezing a succulent ass cheek or even molding a huge straining tit, but Angela knew Janet was secretly delighted by the attention.

She was now almost tempted to tell Janet that she'd fucked her own son the night before. Even as she sat on the couch facing her, Angela could feel the cunt juices seeping through her panty crotch. She liked visiting with her friend but she would leave soon as Tony was due home from school.

Taking a last sip of coffee, Janet excused herself to go to the bathroom. Angela found herself watching her friend's ass wiggle as she walked down the hall. Janet was an extremely well- built woman, shorter than Angela but with curves that were every bit as pronounced.

Now Angela found herself wondering what Janet's big tits looked like naked or her ass or even her cunt. She smiled to herself as she entertained the fantasy and squirmed her ass on the couch. Fucking her son had awakened something in her, an insatiable lust. She now wanted to fuck and suck anything that moved.

"Oh, damn it!"

Janet came out of the bathroom, holding her stretch slacks together.

"I broke the zipper," she sighed. "and these things were brand new. I hope you don't mind my fixing them while we talk, honey."

Returning to her seat, Janet fumbled awkwardly with the zipper. "Wait a minute," Angela said finally. "let me do it. You're only going to make it worse."

Putting down her coffee, she crossed the living room and knelt on the floor in front of her friend. Janet blushed as Angela slid her hands up her legs, but Angela thought nothing of it. Then she pulled the zipper all the way down in an effort to reattach it and saw the reason why Janet was embarrassed.

"Why, Janet," she said, giggling softly. "you really are hot today, aren't you?"

Janet blushed fiercely and averted her eyes. Her panty crotch was soaked with cunt cream, so completely that the sheer pink fabric was damp to the touch. Angela found herself suddenly and violently aroused by the smell of her best friend's cunt. Briefly she wondered if Mike had ever smelled his mother's hot pussy and that only made her hornier.

"Well, I can't really help it, with all this talk about sex!" Janet exclaimed.

"I know that, honey but you're really dripping! You really need a man!"

Janet was too embarrassed to reply. Angela continued to fumble with the zipper, trying to reattach the two metal ends. But she was now too horny to concentrate. The smell of Janet's oozing pussy oils filled the air. Suddenly Angela realized how badly she wanted to suck the horny widow's cunt, to give her the same kind of relief she'd provided her son.

"Janet," Angela said softly. "I'm never going to fix these pants with you in them. Stand up for a second."

Obediently, Janet rose to her feet. Angela looked up at her, seeing the way her huge tits heaved under her blouse. The nipples were stiff, sticking through her blouse and bra.

Breathing hard, Angela slid the pants down her friend's ass, leaving her naked from the waist down except for her panties and shoes. But she didn't try to fix the zipper. Instead she tantalizingly pushed her hand between Janet's milk-white thighs, pressing her fingers to the dripping crotch of her panties.

"Oh, God!" Janet moaned.

"Mmmm, it's all sticky!" Angela licked her lips and looked up at her friend coyly. "You know something, Janet. You don't always need a man to make you feel good!"

Boldly, Angela grasped the hem of Janet's sopping panties, pulling them off. Then she stared hungrily at the curly haired triangle of her friend's aching cunt.

Janet had a beautiful pussy. The cunt lips were thick, pink and swollen, not hanging down at all. The jet-black hairs curled delicately around her pussy slit. Angela felt her own pussy growing wetter by the second. She pushed her fingers up the gash of Janet's fuck channel, sliding one finger into the folds of her cunt.

"Oh! Oh, Angela!" Janet shivered all over but made no move to step away. "I don't think you should be doing that to me!"

"Why not, if I like doing it?" Angela asked huskily. "Face it, honey. You need someone to make you cum!"

Angela giggled and started to fuck her finger in and out of Janet's throbbing pussy slit. Janet groaned and bit her lip. Then her cheeks flushed brightly with shame as she started humping her ass, fucking her cunt all over Angela's hand.

"Okay, Janet." Angela said, her voice rising to a commanding tone. "I want you to kick off your shoes and sit back down on the couch!"