Jeff Davis - Mom_s hot lesson

She stood in the doorway viewing the disaster before her. The bedroom looked like the aftermath of an earthquake. But it was the result of a calamity-a two-legged calamity named Pete, her eighteen-year-old son. Doris shook her head slowly and drawing a deep breath, stepped into the room and waded through the strewn possessions, picking up something here and something there.

She put a book in the bookcase and a bottle on a shelf. The stack of folded clothes and she had laundered and left in the room the day before was right where she had left them. She shrugged and picked up the stack and began putting clothes in drawers. As she tried to straighten up his underwear so she could put the freshly laundered items in the drawer, she noticed something-a brown paper bug was pushed completely to the back. She hesitated for a minute, not wanting to invade her son's privacy, but her curiosity got the better of her. She pulled the bag out and looked into it. It was a stack of magazines, none of which looked familiar.

She carried them to the bed and dumped them onto the rumpled sheets. The sight hit her in the pit of the stomach. There were several magazines with different titles and covers but all obviously sex magazines. There were also a couple of novels with lurid titles and drawings on the covers.

Doris stood looking down at the pile of filth, her stomach churning. Her baby was reading such filth! She was shocked and repulsed by the pile of horrible books. She had to force herself to pick them tip and drop them back in the bag. As she picked the last one up, a magazine, it fell open to a full page photograph. She inhaled sharply. A woman knelt before a man and had over half of his cock in her mouth. Doris closed the offensive book quickly.

She would have to confront Pete with this and find out where he had gotten such things and make him get rid of them. She was facing another one of those times that made it difficult to bring up a son without the benefit of a father. That son-of-a-bitch! she thought as she flashed a picture of her ex-husband across her mind. She had to push the hostile thoughts out of her mind. Thoughts of how he had disgraced her and betrayed her, running around with other women. She shivered with the intensity of the emotion that surged through her.

She sat down on the teen's bed and tried to think. She had to stop this perversion before it took hold and he became just like his father. A picture flashed into her mind. The photograph in the magazine. She began to tremble and she wasn't sure what was causing it. Then she was aware of a dampness between her thighs and she was even less sure.

Her face felt hot and under her gown and robe, she felt her nipples harden and become sensitive. She shifted positions and looked at the paper bag. Suddenly, she was at war with herself. She wanted to reach for the bag and take the magazine back out. A part of her mind rebelled. She felt as if she could no longer control her body. A tiny moan escaped her lips.

She had to see what she was fighting, she decided. She opened the bag and pulled the slick magazine out. She stared at the woman's open pussy on the cover. A cock hovered inches from it. Her thighs trembled and she felt a strange twitch deep inside her belly. Her mouth was dry and she found that she was staring at the long hard cock.

She picked up the bag and took it and the magazine into her bedroom. She didn't want Pete to accidentally find her reading that trash. She dropped onto her bed and leaned against the pillows, the magazine in her lap. She opened the pages and looked at the photographs. Each one was of some sort of sexual activity. With each page she felt the strange heat rising higher and hotter in her crotch. She crossed and uncrossed her legs nervously.

What few words were printed in the magazine were nearly all four-letter. Her eyes skimmed very quickly over the stream of fuck, cock, suck, cunt and shit.

Three years without sex began to take its toil on her. She felt the throb between the fleshy lips of her pussy. The dew seeped from it, wetting the lips and hair and, making her thighs slippery. She flipped a page and a flail page of cunt stared at her, the woman's fingers rubbing the little love button. Doris felt something akin to a small electric shock run through her own clit. Her thighs eased apart and her hand dropped to her lap, making a valley in her gown.

Her fingers pushed the soft cloth down against the folds of her cunt and she scraped her fingernails over it. A shiver ran through her. Her breath rasped through her nostrils and she jerked under her touch. Her pussy felt as if it would burst into flame momentarily. She stared at the picture of the glistening pussy and the long slim fingers and licked her div lips. Her hand hurriedly tuned at the short gown, bunching it around her hips. exposing the curly hair of her pussy. The fleshy lips peeked from beneath the dark strands. Her finger dipped immediately into the slit, before she could change her mind. The little bump of her clit stood up like a tiny cock, awaiting her touch. She caressed it and a groan escaped from her throat.

She flipped the page and found a cock half-buried in the shiny pussy. Her pussy spumed and her finger stroked harder at her love button. She gazed at the photograph through mere slits of eyes, her mouth open. She could hear herself gasping. Her hips began to jerk upward to meet the strokes of her finger.

She looked at the cock, hard and dark, and wished that it was buried in her own pussy. She tried to imagine it in her cunt. The fullness in her cunt, the slapping flesh, the pounding rhythm. Her cunt pulsed and she groaned again. The pressure was building to a peak, deep inside. Her finger flew over her throbbing clit. Her pussy clenched and relaxed. Her hand worked faster and deeper into her lust she went The magazine slid off her lap. Her hips bucked and bounced on the bed. Her eyes were clamped shut and her breathing was ragged. Juices drenched her fingers, running down her ass.

"Ah! Ah! Aaaahhh!" she cried. The balloon burst inside her and her body arched and locked. She shook from head to toe as wave after wave of pleasure raged through her straining body. Colors burst behind her tight eyelids and a roar filled her ears. She shook and thrashed, her thighs clamping round her hand.

With a low wail, she jerked her head to one side and collapsed on the bed.

Her eyes opened finally and she looked around to get her bearings. Everything was foggy and she was still fighting for breath. Her body shivered as the last throes of her climax ran through her. Her hand slid wetly from between her thighs and she looked at it. It glistened with her juices. A little smile of satisfaction crossed her lips.

Doris eased herself off the bed. Picking up the paper bag and dropping the magazine back into it, she walked shakily back to Pete's room and placed the package in the drawer. She was making plans to spy on him and see just what he did with those books. All in the name of motherly concern, she had told herself.

Once in the hall, she decided that she needed a shower. She stepped into the small room and stripped off her gown. A moment's pause before the mirror reassured her that her body was in pretty good shape. She smiled at the dark circles of her nipples, still erect with passion. Her belly was just slightly rounded and her hips were full and firm. The dark triangle of cunt-hair was damp and matted.

The hot spray stung her as she stepped under it. She closed her eyes and let the water massage her still-trembling flesh. Warm rivers of it ran over her nipples and down her belly. She cupped her hand under it, directing it into the crevice of her pussy. The warm water flowed over her clit and she felt the lust rise within her again. She fought it, weakly, concerned about the sudden new appetite she seemed to have developed. Her flagon curled up to the itching button and touched it. She shivered and jerked her hips forward, her thighs opening. The hot spray beat on the tender clit and sent shock waves of pleasure running through her.