Mrs. Hanson Ch. 03

Mrs. Hanson lifted a leg to climb up on the table and straddled her daughter's prone form, her thighs on either side of her daughter's round ass. Leaning forward, Mrs. Hanson grasped her daughter's wrists and held them far forward, stretching her daughter out as she used her breasts and her pussymound to rub up and down Susie's entire form.

Mrs. Hanson was a dedicated professional when it came to this advanced massage therapy procedure. The benefits of the full body massage method were well documented; any physical pleasure that Mrs. Hanson derived from rubbing her breasts and mound over the contours of her daughter's firm, young body was purely superfluous. Finally Mrs. Hanson dismounted and indicated for Susie to turn over.

Without bothering to replace her towel, Mrs. Hanson carefully massaged her daughter's arms and legs, then her chest, down to gently massage her full, firm breasts. Every inch of Susie's stress and anxiety melted away beneath her mother's talented fingers. Then Mrs. Hanson's adept hands moved further south to gently stroke her daughter's virgin pussy.

"Mother," Susie started to say in protest.

"Shhh!" her mother urged. "This is theimportantpart!" That being said, Susie relaxed and allowed herself to enjoy the sensations of her mother's fingertips moving up and down her seam.

"Ooooh! That feels good, Mother!" Susie cooed as her mother's fingers delved deeper.

"Have you ever had an orgasm, Susie?" Mrs. Hanson asked with a sly smile as she lightly stroked the golden fuzz that graced her daughter's Mon du Venus.

"What's an orgasm?"

"That's when you experience full physical pleasure, sexually, either by yourself through masturbation, or with a partner."

"Uh, um, I'm not sure," her daughter replied.

"Then just relax and enjoy your happy ending," Mother smiled. Mrs. Hanson detected moisture down below, and she began spreading her daughter's wetness. Pausing to lick her fingers, Mrs. Hanson made her daughter's clit wet and slippery. She looked down lovingly at her daughter's beautiful form as she began diddling the young girl's love button in earnest. Susie's eyes were closed, her nipples hardening to two tight little pleasure buds as she writhed beneath her mother's magic fingers.

"Oh! Oh! OHHHHHHHHH!!!!" Susie cried, as her Mother's talented fingertips brought her to her first orgasm. Susie's hands grabbed at her Mother's arm, moved to keep her Mother's hand on her wet, gushing pussy. "Oh, Mother! Oh! Oh! It feels so good!" The lithe, young blonde squirmed on the table like a landed trout.

Mrs. Hanson placed two fingers of her free hand at the entrance to Susie's virgin hole and gently delved in. Sensing her daughter's time was near, Mrs. Hanson expertly increase the tempo of her diddling on Susie's clitoris. Suddenly, Susie thought her brain had exploded. "Yes!" she cried, "Yes! Yes! YESSSSSSSSS!!!!!" A little fountain of clear liquid squirted forth as the young girl came.

"There, viola! You're done!" Mrs. Hanson announced as she finished, impulsively planting a quick kiss on her daughter's bald quim.

"Ooooh! Aaaaah!" Susie sighed, eyes closed, cupping her sex with one hand as she held her tits close with her other arm and rocked herself from side to side in the afterglow of her first orgasm.

"Oh, Mama, that feltWONDERFUL!" Susie declared when she could finally sit up, wrapping her arms about her mother and burying her face in Mrs. Hanson's naked breasts.

"That's nothing, darling," Mrs. Hanson said, stroking her daughter's long blond hair and holding her close, "If you liked that, just wait 'til you get the real thing!"

"Oh Mother, I can't wait! Oh, Idohope Johnny's interested tonight!"

"Don't worry," Mrs. Hanson reassured her daughter as she stood back to allow Susie to get up off the massage table. "He will be, I can assure you." Holding each other tight and pressing their naked bodies together, mother and daughter kissed.

After all, women in the Hanson family were not ashamed to kiss one another on the lips; long, slow and lovingly.

* * *

Ding-dong!the doorbell chimed happily. It was Johnny Buzzcock, arriving for the evening. When Mrs. Hanson answered the door Johnny did a wide-eyed double-take; the older woman greeted him at the door wearing a sheer, completely see-through ankle-length dress, beneath which she wore only the tiniest string-sided sheer panty and the pair of ankle-strap stilettos she'd picked up that afternoon in the mall.

Mrs. Hanson had done her hair up in a short pair of naughty ponytails, tied up with purple satiny ribbons. When the older woman cocked her head and smiled playfully the overall effect was nothing less than absolutely wanton.

"Uh, good evening, Mrs. Hanson," he said, eyes agog. From the golden glow of the room's subdued lighting behind her, Johnny could quite clearly make out the hourglass outline of her body. The thin fabric of her negligee strained to contain the older woman's full, firm breasts. The way her hard nipples poked through the filmy material was particularly tantalizing.

Mrs. Hanson looked down at the bouquet Johnny had brought with him, a dozen white roses. "Oh, that's very nice, Johnny! But,white roses, Johnny?"

Johnny looked at the flowers he fled in his hand, uncertain of Mrs. Hanson's meaning. "Uh, is Susie here, Mrs. Hanson?"

"Yes, yes. She's getting ready," Mrs. Hanson said smiling, then, putting a hand about his neck and practically dragging the young man into her lair. "Do come in, Johnny!"

Johnny was unable to keep from running his eyes up and down her practically nude form. Through the tiny sheer black triangle that was the front of her panty he was able to notice Mrs. Hanson's snatch, neatly shaved and trimmed, her slit quite visible from the clit on down.

As Mrs. Hanson turned to lead him in, Johnny observed how the older woman's string panty was but the narrowest string thong; a simple black line that descended between her round butt cheeks, disappearing within the crack of her ass.

Mrs. Hanson placed the bouquet on the table in her formal dining room, then moved to stand close to the young man with one hand resting casually on the table, the other dangling gracefully by her side. The older woman smiled sweetly, arching her back slightly, as if putting herself on display.

Johnny could not help but appreciate Mrs. Hanson's magnificent body, practically naked through her see-thru garment; she was the epitome of mature feminine beauty. Despite the twenty-something years difference in their ages, Johnny admired the older woman's body the way he did the younger girls at school, if not more so.

Mrs. Hanson noticed Johnny was already quite stiff in his pants. "I can see that flowers are not all you have brought with you this evening, Johnny," she said, staring obviously at his midsection. The young man turned red with embarrassment at being caught out so obviously, but not knowing what to say or do, he merely stood and squirmed before the older lady.

"It's alright, Johnny," she reassured him. Moving closer, she placed her hand over his hard-on, touching him gently through his trousers. "I take it as a compliment, actually."

Johnny felt his heart starting to hammer in his chest; sweat started trickling down his forehead. "Why don't you let me take your coat, Johnny?" she said, running her hands across his chest and up his shoulders as she pushed his coat back. She helped him remove it and then tossed it over a chair.

"What's the matter, Johnny?" the older woman asked, taking his hand and placed it on the slope of her massive boobs, "Don't I get a little kiss hello this evening?" she asked in a low voice, offering up her cheek.

"Er, um, uhhh..." the young man stammered, pulling at his collar in a furtive attempt to cool off. As he leaned forward to plant on peck on Mrs. Hanson's proffered cheek, the older woman turned at the last moment so that their open mouths met, right on the lips!

Oh, no! It's happening again!thought Johnny. It seemed Mrs. Hanson held him in a liplock so tight that Johnny could hardly pull away; the older woman sighed as she ground her pussymound against his boner. She sought his tongue and she sucked it deep in her mouth, "MMMmmmmmmmmmmm!" she moaned.

Surprisingly enough, it was Mrs. Hanson who finally broke the kiss. "I'm going to have to ask you to hold fast, tiger!" she protested, "Tonight isn't about you and me, unfortunately." Johnny was relieved to hear this. Mrs. Hanson continued, "My little Susie's been spending the whole afternoongetting ready for you, Johnny!"

"Uh, yes Mrs. Hanson," Johnny said, slightly flustered. As usual the older woman's constant mixed signals left the young man dazed and confused.

"All I want to do is to make sure YOU are ready for HER!" she said, going to her knees before him and reaching for his trousers. Suddenly weak in the knees, Johnny found himself unable to protest as Mrs. Hanson undid his belt and pulled his pants down to his ankles. His boner jumped straight out and quivered within inches of the older lady's face, to his eternal embarrassment and chagrin.

"Oooooh! I can see you're almost there, Johnny!" Mrs. Hanson said with a smile. She grabbed his ass with both hands, parted her lips and, eyes closed, lovingly took him deep into her wet mouth.

Johnny gritted his teeth, resisting the natural impulse to grab Mrs. Hanson's head and start fucking her face. Instead he stood, hands by his side in a show of incredible self-discipline, and took the pleasures his girlfriend's mother imparted to him with her talented lips and tongue. When Mrs. Hanson moaned, "MMMmmmMMMmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!" the sensations were so intense that Johnny's eyes rolled up in his skull.

At last Mrs. Hanson released the young man's hard cock from her mouth to deliver a few licks, long slow and lovingly, up and down the side of his solid shaft. His cock was so engorged it looked like a policeman's nightstick poking up at a forty-five degree angle.

A drop of clear liquid formed at the slitted end of his cock. Mrs. Hanson's tongue quickly darted out and lapped it up. "Mmmm..." Mrs. Hanson rested her puckered lips on the very end of his swollen cockhead. She looked up at him with loving, big puppy-dog eyes, slowly licking and sucking, until she finally released him from her lips with a >pop!<.

"Maybe that's enough for now, Johnny," Mrs. Hanson said quietly, as she pulled his shorts back up and over his stiff pole. "Would you like to step out of these?" Still on her knees before him, Mrs. Hanson held his trousers up so he could easily step out of them. Coming to her feet, she pressed her body against his; Johnny's cock throbbed as he felt the heat of her pussy mound grinding against him. She proceeded to strip his tie and shirt off and cast them aside.

Johnny stood before Susie's mom with a huge, tent-like bulge in the front of his boxers. "Yes, I think you're DEFINITLY ready, Johnny," Mrs. Hanson said, giving his cock one more tweak through the front of his undershorts.

Retrieving the bouquet of white roses from the table, Mrs. Hanson said, "Maybe this is appropriate." She plucked a red rose from a vase on a side table and carefully inserted the red rose right into the middle of the cluster of white roses. "I think this will send the right message to Susie; flowers, for her de-flowering!" Having said this, Mrs. Hanson took Johnny by the arm and led him down the hallway.

At the doorway to the master bedroom, Mrs. Hanson pressed herself close to the Johnny; her hand went right to the stiff bulge in his shorts, her lips were practically on his. "She's waiting for you, Johnny," Mrs. Hanson breathed as she pushed the door open to reveal her daughter, lying on top of the covers of the large, four-poster bed.

Johnny's eyes drank in the full glory of Susie Hanson reclining on the silken covers. The young blonde was an absolute vision of loveliness in white ribbons and lace, the lovely little things her mother had purchased for her that afternoon atVictoria's Dirty Little Secret. The sheer, lace trimmed babydoll she wore flew open in front to properly display her smooth, flat belly; the tiniest satiny string-sided triangle covered her pussy, worn over the garters that suspended her scalloped, lace-top stockings. Of course she wore her high heels; the white three-inch pumps that matched her lingerie. Susie's hair was done up and about her throat, a simple strand of pearls.

Susie's fingers absentmindedly played about her nipples through the translucent fabric of her nightie, then moved to dawdle along the thin bow that held the front of her babydoll together. As he watched Susie cross and uncross her long, shapely legs, Johnny felt his cock growing harder than woodpecker lips.

"Please," the young girl pouted, "make love to me?"

"Go ahead, Johnny," Mrs. Hanson urged in a quiet voice. "It's all right. Please... ...fuck my daughter."

As these words were spoken Johnny sensed Mrs. Hanson's hand giving his hard cock a squeeze and a little shake. He looked incredulously at the older woman before he moved to enter the room.

"Oh, and, uh, Johnny," Mrs. Hanson whispered.

"Yes, ma'am?"

"Please be gentle. It's her first time."

"Uh, yes ma'am."

* * *

"Oh, Mother!" It was Susie. She was in the living room, standing at the end of the sofa, totally nude save for her white stockings and her flimsy white babydoll, undone and wide open in front.

"What is it, Susie?" Mrs. Hanson asked from where she lay on the sofa. She hurriedly snapped off her 'special little friend' and fumbled around for the remote.

"What's that thing, Mother?" Susie asked, looking at her mother's white plastic vibrator.

"Uh, that's my magic wand," Mrs. Hanson said cautiously.

"Wha... ...what kind of movie were you watching, Mom?" Susie asked curiously as her mother finally found the remote and switched off the VCR.

"Oh, it's a kind of a love story," Mrs. Hanson quickly explained. "What's wrong, duckling? You seem upset." Mrs. Hanson eyes traveled across her daughter's naked form, from the tops of her thighs up to the way her young, firm breasts poked straight out between the gauzy white fabric of her nightie dangling so haphazardly off her shoulders.

"Oh, Mama! I can't do anything right! I... ...I... ...oh! Boo-hoo-hoo!"

Mrs. Hanson got up off the sofa and went to hold her daughter. Susie buried her face in her mother's shoulder and cried, her naked breasts pressing against Mrs. Hanson's ample pair.

"There, there, honey, what's going on? Are you and Johnny having trouble doing itor something?" she asked.

"Oh Mama! He can sort of get it in, but then it won't... ...I can't... ...oh Mama, I can't do anything right!"

"Hmmm," her mother said thoughtfully. "Maybe you need a littlehelp. Time for Mom to come to the rescue."

"Oh, Mama!" Susie blubbered, her hand going to her Mother's generous chest, "You're the best!"

"Come on," Mrs. Hanson said, "Let's go in there and see if we can sort this thing out.

* * *

"MRS. HANSON?" Johnny said from within the depths of the darkened bedroom. Mrs. Hanson surprised the shit out of him as she stood in the doorway, silhouetted in the light from the hallway. Johnny could make out the older woman's nude body through the sheerness of her see-thru dress.

Johnny was lying on his back, naked, his semi-hard cock laying flat against his belly. Susie scooted up close to him, put her hand on his hot rod and whispered, "SHHHH! Mama's going to help." Then with a kiss on his cheek, she quickly added, "I love you, Johnny."

Mrs. Hanson entered the room and paused at the foot of the bed. Arching her back, she lifted the diaphanous garment over her head and let if fall to the floor. Standing totally nude before them, the older woman seemed to hesitate for a moment before joining the young lovers on the mattress.

"Now Johnny," she said, "I just want to help you both relax a little. And I really think it's OK for you to call me Joy, now that we're in bed together, the three of us."

"Uh, OK, uh, Joy," Johnny said uncertainly. He could tell Susie was still nervous from their first try at going all the way; the young girl was shaking like a dog shitting peach pits, and to tell the truth, he was not exactly relaxed either. Especially since Susie's MOM had just climbed into bed with them.

Susie was very close to him, her lips slightly parted. Johnny closed his eyes and placed his open mouth on hers. As they kissed, their tongues played little love games. Johnny's hand went instinctively to Susie's firm round breasts. Susie moaned with pleasure as he squeezed and pinched her nipples; she continued to gently stroke his rod up and down, up and down.

Then Johnny felt another hand on his cock; it was Mrs. Hanson grabbing and stroking in sync with her daughter. Mrs. Hanson's hand moved down to cup and stroke his balls, then, before he could get a total grasp on the situation, he became aware of the older woman's head moving down toward his midsection.

He felt her lips on his shaft.

There was a warm wetness; Mrs. Hanson was taking him into her mouth.

Whoa. Susie's mom was sucking his cock. While this was not exactly a first, making out with Susie - naked, in bed - while fed his cock into her mother's mouth was DEFINITELY Weirdsville.

He broke the kiss with Susie to protest weakly, "Mrs. Hanson..."

"Mmmmm..." Mrs. Hanson admonished, mumbling as she sucked his cock, "...ishChoy! ...Mmmmmmmmmph!"

He could still feel little Susie's hand on his shaft; the younger girl's thumb and forefinger formed an O around the base of his cock. She was stroking him into her mother's wet mouth as Mrs. Hanson's lips moved up and down on his cock.

Susie arched her back, offering up her full, firm tits. Johnny looked down upon her marvelous round boobs.Oh what the hell,he thought as he moved down to kiss, lick and suck her pretty pink nipples. Susie clutched his head and held him to her as he delivered pleasure to her sensitive nipples.

Mrs. Hanson continued to move her wet mouth up and down on his pole.

Johnny moved further south, kissing his way down Susie's flat belly. With his tongue he traced little circles about her navel, causing Susie to giggle reflexively. Then he moved down further still.

Pausing at her golden triangle, he sniffed deeply of her female scent. Susie parted her legs and he was able to plant a little kiss on her bald pussy lips. Then there was a pressure to the back of his head as Mrs. Hanson reached up and pushed his face directly onto Susie's hot little cunt.

"MMMmmmmmmm!" he moaned, half in protest, half out of sheer delight as he tasted his girlfriend's sweet, young pussy for the first time. Susie's hands replaced her mother's on the back of Johnny's head as she rode his tongue to PleasureLand.

"Oh, Johnny! This is mydream! Oh! Yes! Yes!" she cried. Her stocking'd thighs went up and her dainty feet moved about as his tongue lashed up and down her slit. Remembering his lesson with Susie's mom in the kitchen the other day, Johnny found Susie's clitoris. He duly sucked it deep within his lips and began flicking his tongue over it again and again and again.

"OH! YESSSSSSSSSS!!!!!" Susie hissed through clenched teeth. "Suck my pussy! Yes! Yes! YESSSSSSSSSS!!!!!"

"Mmmmp! Mmmm! Gurgle!" Johnny could barely breathe; it took all his years of training on the school swim team to hold on for dear life and complete his muff dive deep into Susie's quim. He sensed a flood of juices from her pussy, and slurped them down.

Down below he sensed Mrs. Hanson releasing him from her mouth; he sensed the older lady fumbling about off to the side of the bed. As he continued to suck her daughter's pussy, he became aware of a tightness about his cockhead, a sort of smooth rubbery constriction. Johnny broke away from eating Susie's snatch to look down; Mrs. Hanson had placed a rubber on his dick and was unrolling the thing down the length of his shaft!