See Previous installments of DIRTY MOMMAS: Last one posted 12303 Chapter 3. WARM UP DRINKING At two thirty the doorbell rang and Norma Manning, an art teacher for Sexton H.S. stood on Charolette's stoop wearing a glistening lame', crisscrossed bodice with a large silvery belt which constricted her dress around a thick waist and sensually flaring hips.

Long, black hair cascaded down over pearly white shoulders framing a pale, sensitive and elliptically elongated face. When teaching, she spoke calmly in a tinkling, high pitched, yet pleasingly, feminine voice. Sometimes her blouses were tight, giving the students a hint of what might be underneath, but usually no one could accuse her of ostentatiously displaying her potent sexuality. This afternoon, however, the plunging neckline of her dress descended all the way to her navel and offered an excellent view of long, dangling, jug like breasts that had nothing to prevent them from moving into total view should she lean slightly over to either side. As it was, the opening in her blouse showed the inner curve of each tubular bosom, and they jounced and swayed with every motion of her filled out torso. Coincidentally, Larry was in 6th period English class fantasizing about Norma and how she had been at the impromptu party as it moved from his house to Jenny's. "Come in Norma. You look breath taking!" Charolette was also the epitome elegant femininity.

Seeing these two pre played beauties together would've inspired many an artist. "You look dressed for a party, Charolette. I've never seen you looking so lovely, " Norma replied, adjusting her eyes to the light. Then, she noticed the crystal silverware service along with alcoholic beverages and snacks.

"What's this? Looks like you're entertaining.

I thought you were going out later with the Mexicans.

The illusion of delicacy was strained by that last remark.

It implied that these ladies had very unlady like instincts. "Guess what? Since we spoke, I've found some interesting, young men to entertain us." "Entertain us? You mean play musical instruments?" Norma chided as her softness moistened and her hand automatically cupped a breast. "No, we're gonna play their instruments, as you put it." "I can't wait. Where are they?" "They're not here yet. I don't expect them for another half hour or so.

That'll give us time to get our motors running." Charolette had answered the door in a metallic green off the shoulder dress that blended wonderfully with her reddish hair.

The color of the dress seemed to add a green tint to her lovely, blue eyes. Charolette wasn't tall, but she was all woman. Five foot four would've exaggerated by a half an inch.

However, with that dress reaching up over her waist barely high enough to contain her tightly spherical, size "C" breasts, the impression of "long stemmed" was created. Her lightly freckled, plush shoulders were completely exposed, adding to the sense of tallness. The dress zippered on the sides, but her son Larry had showed her a trick of filing the little piece of metal on the latch so the zipper could gradually open as she wiggled her body.

She had tried it successfully on another dress in a tavern two nights ago and then again, last night, it helped her meet the migrant farm workers. Now, in spite of being tipsy, she had managed to file the zippers on this new dress herself, and it was Charolette's intention of allowing the zippers to work their way down beneath her arms until the entire moulded top could fall of its own weight and liberate her bra less boobs for the horny teenagers to see.

Charolette was proud of her breasts now. Constantly fondled by droves of revelers, they seemed to have grown since she had started her nightly escapades.

As Norma, her rear end pistoning seductively, pump walked into the living room, Charolette's mouth drooled at the sight of her globular buttocks.

Norma sat down, a gesture that made her glistening thighs expand so audaciously, her dress seams were near the point of rupture. Sitting at a coffee table, she replied, "I think my motor may already be running.

" Norma's "motor" had a lot of hips and soft place to run inside of. "I can tell your motor's running, Norma, by the way you walk, " Charolette gasped hornily. "It turns me on to see you like this." Charolette was now so excited, her breasts heaved as she breathed, overwhelming Norma with the lasciviousness of the sight as the hostess asked, "Are your panties wet, Norma?" What a terrible thing for one elegant lady to say to another! "Of course, my panties get wet whenever my husband travels, " the wayward wife gulped. "And looking at you the way you are right now doesn't help. After whoever 'they' are finish entertaining us, are we gonna go to the lounge and get some more? I better give you fair warning Charolette.

I feel crazy tonight, crazy and insatiable." "Insatiable for what? Booze or men?" "Are you kidding? Why do I have to choose? How many men are coming over?" "Including my son, Larry?" Charolette knew that bringing the boy into the conversation would add to the obscenity of it all. "Yes! Of course!" "Four then." "Then, we're sure gonna need more men!" "Of course! A lot more, " Charolette agreed.

"Then we go out afterwards, right? I hope you're ready, Charolette, 'cause after I get a few drinks in me, I'm gonna need a lot of attention!" "Then, let's get you sexed up, lady! First we'll get a few drinks in you. Then we'll work on your other opening!" Charolette slurred, filling their tumblers. This conversation would have to end with their beautiful faces in one another's crotches. "Oooohhh, I feel so naughty ... Oh yes! I forgot you have those Mexicans picking you up tonight. Can I get in on that?" Concentrating on the first part of what Norma said, Charolette avoided answering her question, "You look like you don't need anything to drink to get low down and nasty.

" "Yah, but I wanna get my head messed up, too. I wanna get bonkers and then get laid by every stud in the state of New Jersey. Keep pouring.

I got a fire in my stomach almost as big as the one in my softness." Charolette gazed at the fulsomeness of Norma's torso, and gasped, "It must be a hot fire.

" "It is, hon.

It is! Bottoms up! Here's cum in your eye!" the beautiful guest toasted. "It can't be too soon!" the horny hostess replied.

Chapter 4. SHARE AND SHARE ALIKE They were seated on Charolette's couch behind the rather elegant coffee table covered with various libations, wine, liquor and the fixings, some in crystal decanters.

Instead of providing release, Norma's pre visit masturbating had only heightened her needs, and, with soaked panties, the usually quiet art teacher was uncharacteristically babbling, "So tell me, Charl, what's this 'entertainment' you were alluding to. God! I'm gonna burst if I don't get laid soon. Maybe I should have a towel under me. My softness's so wet, I hope I don't soak your couch.

" "I hope you do soak my couch.

I love smelly wet spots.

" This remark illustrated Charolette's growing dementia. Charolette's wasn't the only dementia in the room. "I got a confession to make, Charolette I was hoping that hunkey son of your's was part of the action. Mind if I pour myself another? Looks like you got a head start on me. Have you been drinking all day?" "No, not really, but I don't think I ever sobered up from the partyin with the Mexicans last night. I got awfully sloshed in the trailer park. I tell you, I got positively dee ranged! There were at least half a dozen studs there." "There were! Oh good. Then, I'm goin with ya for sure.

Was Larry with you? How can you stand having such a horny, hunkey son?" "Oh I can stand it fine. Larry also loves to watch me get gang banged anyway. In fact, he holds my hand and then gets in line.

" Charolette handed the sylph like beauty her second huge glass of vodka with touch of dry vermouth. "You mean your own son helped you get gang banged?" Of course, she knew this was the situation, but wanted to discuss it in order to work herself up more. She managed to rapidly lower the level without appearing to overdo it. Charolette, who's eyes already appeared a little glassy followed Norma's example.

"You sure are a dirty momma, " Norma was fixated on this theme.

"You're getting dirtier, aren't you? Well, sopm I, lady! So am I." They still looked like ladies, but that night would see them, hog naked and teasing wet, totally insane, gibbering, cursing and screaming, writhing like pigs in mud and doing degenerate things so filthy, so bizarre, so sick, that descriptions would be inadequate. They were working themselves up to that stage very nicely. "What do you mean you? Are you playing your son?" "Well, no. What I meant to say is, you play your son like a pig." "Oh Norma, you're makin me horny talkin such filth. Keep talkin!" "I'm getting to be dirty like a pig, too. I don't care how wet the playing and sucking gets.

Things are never wet enough for me. Never!" Combined with the alcohol, this defiled conversation between two alluring women would translate into nasty action. Norma was beyond drinking too much.

When shy and reserved females go over the edge, they often get even looser than the more flamboyant ones. Already the conversation about Charolette's son had gotten far out of decent bounds and deep into perversion. "I thought I saw Larry looking me over a couple of times at school with his tongue almost hanging out. Look at that! My glass is empty again.

Ooooo, I love the feeling of this stuff going down, 'specially since I'm plannin to get ab sol lute ly crazy tonight. You know, you really got a good thing going, having a kid with a hot prick like that to go home to every night, " Norma repeated for the third or fourth time. She was on her third drink already, and hardly five minutes had passed. "My son ate my messy private part and drove me out of my playin mind!" This conversation was helping Charolette become more erotically crazy too.

"Tell me more, Charolette! Tell me about the mess! Tell me about every drop!" "He was super drunk, but managed to carry me into the house, an told me he had been over to Jenny's, and he had eaten Jenny out.

I could see his face was all wet, an you know why. You know Jenny. She had probably had more length than even I did.

Before Larry and I made it into the house, I kissed the cum off his face while he played me, an he told me he how much he loved softness eating.

He asked me if my private part was ready to get eaten." "Keep talking, Charl! Keep talking!" "Can you imagine? My own son asked me if my private part was ready to get eaten, and of course, I said yes, an told him about my playing the farm workers, and then, my own son shot his load into my softness while he shouted, 'Pig! Pig, ' at me.

But I told my baby that none of the Mexicans had lengths like my baby boy's, an then we kissed for a long time while I held his length.

It was so sweet.

God, was his length big again in only a minute! I asked if I could suck it, so, when we got inside after the play, he sat me down on the couch, an I told him I had gotten my brains played out. He asked me if I had gotten played dirty like the pig I really was, an I asked him if he wanted to see how loaded up my private part was. Then, instead of putting his length in my mouth, he kissed me an told me he loved me.

That's when I asked my baby boy to eat my playin cunt.

I'll tell ya, Norma, something's happened to him. Not only did he plunge his hand in and out of me while he massaged my personal place with his tongue, when I started cumming, he drained me dry. He pulled his hand out of my softness and latched his mouth over the opening and drained me dry ...

well dry until I came again so he had more to suck." "Oh that lucky boy! He got all that cum out of your softness." "That's when I grabbed his head and pressed his face into me, an I kept cummung and cumming, and he kept sucking an drinking me out." "Then, he played your brains out again, didn't he? Oh tell me, Charolette! Tell me he played your brains out!" "Then, he played my brains out.

He played me as hard as those farm workers played me.

His face was teasing with their juices from my cunt, an he called me a filthy slut while he played me. Would you believe it, Norma? My softness juice was teasing from my own son's chin into my mouth while my own son played me! I could taste myself and the farm workers teasing from my own son's face while he played me!" "Ooohh Charolette! Ooohh Charolette! That's juss wonerful! Thass juss completely wonderful!" "God, do I love it when he starts calling me a slut and a pig! That's when he really pours length to me an drives his length head home, right up to my cervix, an he cums like a firehose! He can call me a slut, any time he wants! I love it!" "Oh Charolette, you're so lucky! You don't know how lucky you are to have a boy who'll take care of you like that.

" "He's been finishing me off most every night when I come home from my partying.

" "Is there any more you haven't told me, Charolette?" I remember him playing me afterwards again. Then, I think he ate me again, and then I passed out.

" "He diiiid? Oh God, Charolette! Tell me about it! Tell me all about it! Start telling me all over again." "He ate me out when I told him I had partied with the migrant farm workers. That turned him on." "Oh my God! Oh my God! My God!" Now, Norma's couch really was wet. "After you played the farm workers! Your own son! He knew about it, and still ate you out?" "No, Norma! He ate me out because I had just played the farm workers. There's a difference! It turns him on now to know his mother's been partyin." When two beautiful women, in the middle stages of getting drunk, can say the things these ladies were saying, further intoxication was all that would be needed to ensure behavior so foul and depraved as to almost be indescribable.

"How could you let him do that? Weren't the insides of your legs soaked from all that playing? And your softness! Your private part must've been brimming over from all the length loads inside you! And then, your own son ate you! Keep going, Charolette! Tell me! Tell me! I wanna hear it all!" "I was super drunk, an he helped me into the house and sucked my private part dry.

He told me this morning that he loves that now, 'cause that's what they do at Jenny's. My own son telling me he wants to get as low down dirty as I am! Isn't it wonderful? He asks me how he can get rottener, an I tell him we'll do it together." "OOHH GOD! OOHH GOD! I'll bet you were filthy. He played you on the lawn an took you in an ate you? You're own son ate you, after you had played your brains out!" Norma wanted to savor this scenario because she fantasized doing the exact same thing with her own son, Johnathan. "That's right, Norma. I had played my brains out, an the farm workers were nasty!" "And you hadn't even cleaned yourself, and he ate you?" "I couldn't. I was too drunk, but I never clean after a good gang bang.

I want all their cum in me. I wanna keep it in my private part until someone sucks it out." "I don't think I can take this, Charl! After you played all those men, and then played your son! What a slut you are! Weren't you a mess? Oh my God! Oh, TELL ME YOU WERE A MESS, CHAROLETTE! SAY IT AGAIN! SAY YOU WERE A MESS FROM GETTING GANG BANGED, AN YOUR OWN SON SUCKED YOUR PRIVATE PART DRY!" "I came home teasing from being gang banged, an my own son played me an ate me out. Is that what you want me to keep sayin, Norma?" "yes! yes! AN, YOU WERE A MESS! TELL ME, CHAROLETTE! YOU WERE A MESS WHEN LARRY ATE YOU, WEREN'T YOU?" "Oh I was a mess, all right, Norma! I was filthy! But Larry was drunk from bein at Jenny's an he didn't mind. In fact, we both loved it! We both got off!" "Oh I'LL BET YOU LOVED IT, YOU SLUT! I'LL BET THE PLAY YOU LOVED IT! I'll bet YOU DID GET OFF! Oh God! This makes me so mutherplayin hot. I think I'm gonna cum right now! TELL ME MORE! TELL ME MORE! DID YOU FORCE HIS FACE RIGHT UP IN BETWEEN YOUR WET THIGHS WHERE IT WAS SO NASTY WET, or did YOUR SON YOUR OWN SON PUSH HIS FACE IN TO SUCK AT YOUR CUM FILLED PLAY WARMTH?" This was why Norma had come over. Hearing things like this would later insure an absolute rampage.

"Ooohh Charolette! Ooohhh Charolette! No one ever had it so good."