Susan's clit, like her nipples, was extra long. It could almost slip into a cunt, as she had found out. Her clit was long enough to suck on and seemed to throb and tingle in a constant state of ready-to-fuck hardness. She loved to wear very tight designer jeans that pulled into her crotch and pressed upon her clit. She loved the tightness of her thin shorts, loved the way they hugged the round swelling cheeks of her ass and outlined her cunt.

The one thing about most of her shorts was it was impossible to wear them out of the house. The reason for this was her cunt hair was so long it showed along the legs of the shorts. She could have clipped and shaved it but she hated that. She didn't even have to shave her legs the way so many women did, and she wasn't going to shave her cunt, either.

Looking out the kitchen window at the small garden, standing there naked with fuck juice on her tits and chin, while five naked teenagers waited for her in the other room, she remembered when and how this wild fucking began. She had been wearing an exceptionally tight and short pair of shorts, the material very thin. She had thought no one was home – that Sissy and Jay were someplace in the neighborhood with friends. So she decided to wear those shorts as she weeded the garden.

Her back was toward the house as she bent over, her legs straight, pulling at weeds. She had not known when her son came out of the house and sprawled on the lawn, watching her.

She had not known he was gazing with interest at the tan of her long slender thighs and the spread of her ass. She had no idea that he could see the contrasting whiteness of her ass cheeks as the shorts pulled high on her thighs. She did not realize that curls of her dark twit hair peeked from the tight legs.