Chapter 2

• Susie immediately shot her a withering glare knowing fully well that Amanda was referring to the scent of her arousal, but that woman pretended not to have noticed the glare and instead plopped down on the nearest sofa with a deep sigh. She ran her eyes all around the large living room and then focused on Ben again. "He's a quiet one... and strong. Is he good at mowing lawns?", she asked, turning to her friend with a meaning glance at her crotch.
• "How am I supposed to know?", Susie retorted, followed by another angry glare. "Been, go get something for her to drink," she quickly added before Amanda would make an even more scandalous response. But that vixen was not to be so easily discouraged.
• "Oh preferably something white and sticky," she winked at Ben and licked her lips seductively. Susanne couldn't help but notice Ben shudder and nearly trip as he staggered away on the errand, still trying hard to conceal that hard cock of his. She waited until he had gone out of hearing before turning to Amanda.
• "Better get your hands off him. His mother..."
• "Oh please. You've been fucking him for God knows how long and I dare say you never asked permission from his mother, so what's wrong with me taking him home to do a little manual labor? You should see how bushy my lawn is."
• "What happened to your super studs?", Susanne asked, a hint of mockery in her voice.
• "Oh they're engaged for the week. Whenever they're free, I'll have more than just one hard cock at my disposal, which is a privilege not everyone can claim to have enjoyed," Amanda shot back.
• "He brought a friend once," her friend quickly responded, with pride in her voice.
• "Oh my! And you never told me about it. Yet, I tell you everything about my adventures. So selfish! But wait, did they both take you at the same time or did they take turns with your pussy or your ass and pussy?"
• "They took turns. Front and back."
• "Oh fuck, that is so hot. And I bet they did it bareback, didn't they? Christ, there's nothing better than having a good natural hard fuck with a pair of randy bad boys using both your holes like they own you. And I expect a full detailed report about that incident," she hurriedly whispered as they noticed Ben returning with a tray.
• He placed the tray down on the small center table and shifted it closer to the women.
• "Hmmmmmm. Yogurt. Nice and creamy. Well done, boy," Amanda praised with a sultry wink and Ben grinned like a Cheshire cat. Susanne quickly made a mental note to praise him more often. Christ, she couldn't believe she was actually competing against her friend over a boy. But then, he wasn't just any boy. He was a very fit, strong and well-hung stud of boy with the biggest and longest dick she had ever encountered.
• "Is there anything else you need?", he asked, his focus fully on Amanda, especially between her slightly spread legs, making Susie feel more than a little jealous.
• "Hmmmm. Just a bottle of water will be all."
• "Coming right up," he grinned and rushed off to get it as if it was his day job.
• The moment he was out of earshot, Amanda leaned closer to her friend. "Does he eat pussy?"
• Susanne was a little taken aback by the unexpected question, but she answered anyway, not without a little wariness. "Yeah. Why?"
• "Good to know. Now, just follow my lead this once. I've got an idea that will put him to good use."
• Before Susie could respond or ask what the idea was, Amanda had already begun to roll her panties down her legs. The wet patch on the crotch area was clear to see, but Susie dared not judge. She probably had a much bigger and wetter patch on the back of her skirt.
• As they heard Ben returning with the water, Amanda quickly stuffed her panties into her purse and zipped it up. Before the perplexed Susie could say Jack, she had bent down, spread her legs and peeked between them to see if she had panties on. After satisfying herself of the fact that Susie was panty-less, she settled back on the couch as if she'd been in that position all day.
• "You clearly took your time," she reprimanded as Ben dropped the water and some glasses on the tray.
• "Umm... something fell and broke. Had to clean up. Sorry."
• "Not good enough. You're still going to get punished."
• To Susanne's surprise, Ben grinned!
• "Yes, ma'am," he said and stood in front of the women with his hands behind his back like someone waiting for orders.
• "I love to hear that," Amanda smiled gratefully, "In fact, I'd like to hear you call me ma'am when you're fu... ahem. Let's go, Sus."
• She got up and led the way to the dining table and Susanne had no choice but to follow, wondering where all these would lead to. Thinking quickly, Ben picked up the tray with all its contents and followed the women, his face lit up in a wide grin as he looked from one bouncy cougar ass to the other. Damn, he couldn't help but consider himself a very lucky man! If he could find his way between those long perfect legs of Amanda's, he'd gladly die with a happy smile on his face.
• "Ahem," Amanda cleared her throat when he'd dropped the tray on the table. "Now, for your punishment... you'll have to take your juice under the table. Clumsy boys are not fit to sit at the table with their mistresses. So, under you go, boy. You know where to find your juice, don't you?", Amanda asked, batting her half-closed eyelids at him and sucking on her spoon in a suggestive manner.
• "Yes, ma'am!", Ben nodded eagerly as he caught on to the meaning of her words.
• Before the perplexed Susanne could figure out what was going on, Ben dove under the table. What the...?? Susanne tried to look under to see what he was doing there, but Amanda quickly touched her hand to stop her. "Relax," she said with a smile. But Susanne only glared back in response. Last she checked, this was her house and no one could tell her what or what not to do in it, especially when someone else's son was concer... Fuck! She nearly jumped off her chair in shock. "Ben! What are you... Oh shit!", she screamed and mewled like a helpless puppy as his wet spear of a tongue invaded her pussy courtesy of her extra large skirt which gave him so much room to maneuver. Up and down, up and down, his tongue lazily brushed over her sex, making her shudder like crazy. His hands were holding her thighs tight to keep her in place as he continued his merciless assault on her most private part. Soon, he began to softly scratch her shaking inner thighs and Susanne lost it. She slumped back in her chair, threw her legs even wider and pressed his head against her pussy.