Unknown - Jeff_s harem

She turned sideways to see herself in profile. Her breasts stuck out straight and proud on her chest, not sagging at all. She stood straight, pushing her chest out and running her hand down her chest and over her flat belly.

No, not bad at all. Almost unconsciously, her hand strayed lower, sliding down across her abdomen, and into the thin line of pubic hair at her crotch. God, it had been so long since she'd had a man, she sighed.

It wasn't like she didn't have offers aplenty. She had come to fear her own weakness around men though, to fear the way she let them dominate her life completely. She hadn't accepted many dates in the last few years, afraid of being used, and thrown aside again, as she'd been several times since Max's death.

Her hand slid lower, sliding between her legs and under her pubic mound. She cupped the soft, pliable material, pressing her fingers upward, and experiencing the sudden warm burst of sexual heat that swept through her as she did.

That was part of it, she knew. When it came to sex, she was easily used. She gave in to whatever men wanted, just to experience that hot, glowing burst of sensations from between her legs. Some of the things she'd allowed them to do could still make her blush when she thought about them.

She'd allowed herself to be drawn into one relationship that had gotten heavily into bondage and masochism, not really enjoying much of that, but unwilling to fight against it.

You're just weak willed, she sighed. She went over to the bed and sat on the edge, then lay back, her legs apart.

Her hand slid down between her legs again, her fingers sliding up and down her slit, feeling the warmth there. She could sense her body responding, feel the fluttering in her belly as her passions ignited.

She found her clit, and began rubbing it with her finger. She pulled her hand upward, slid the digit into her mouth, wetting it with her saliva. She eased it back against her clit, sliding it back and forth across the little hard bud.

She groaned audibly as the fluttering in her lower belly turned into hard, hot churning violence. Her hips bucked upward in response.

Her other hand slid up and down her belly, then moved upward to her breasts, sliding around and around her right nipple before seizing it between wet fingers and rubbing it back and forth.

Her breathing quickened and she felt the wetness begin to leak out of her slit, moistening the fingers working over it. Her ass ground into the bed, and her legs splayed far apart as she straightened two fingers and slid them deep into her hole.

She whined, feeling the heat building higher and higher inside her. Her clit was buzzing and burning as she pumped the fingers in and out of her slit, rubbing her thumb back and forth across the clitty as she did.

She arched her back, shoving her fingers hard into her pussy, and digging her thumb against the clit. She seized as much of her breast meat as she could in her other hand and squeezed, feeling hot, electric tension multiply inside her as she did so, feeling her warm, soft flesh oozing out between and around her small fingers.

She added a third finger to her slit, stabbing them in and out quickly now as her passion mounted. Her thumb dug deeply into her flesh as it rasped across her clitty. She kneaded, and squeezed her breast meat, mashing the spongy material, driving her whole body into a frenzy of lust.

Then her back arched once more, her chest going higher, her legs spreading wider. Her eyes rolled back in her head as her mouth opened in a soundless cry of exultation. She came furiously, her vision spinning, blurring, her body jerking, and shuddering beneath the onslaught of orgiastic sensations.

Then she collapsed flat on the bed, her hands still, three fingers still buried in her twat. Her mind slowly calmed down, as her body cooled. Her breathing slowed, returned to normal. Her fingers pulled loose of her slit, her hand and arms dropping flat on the bed, straight out to either side of her weary body.

Jeff continued to squeeze the last of his sperm out the little hole at the tip of his cock. His body was still shivering with excitement as he watched his Mom's now unmoving form on the bed.

It was the most… the absolute best… His body trembled again, and he squeezed his softening prong.

He was in her closet, pressed against a crack between the door and the frame, not three feet behind her. He hadn't intended to see this, though he'd dreamed about it. He was simply looking through her closet when he'd heard her come down the hall. He'd jumped in and closed the door to avoid getting caught and having to think up excuses.

He hadn't believed his luck when she'd stripped and started looking at herself in the mirror. When she'd started playing with herself, he'd thought he'd been dreaming. His prick had bloated out instantly, and he'd come against the wall twice now.

He'd never thought of his Mom as having sexual thoughts. That was stupid, he now realized. She was still young, why shouldn't he. He'd thought about her as a kind of chaste little innocent. Now he wondered what else she did without him knowing. Did she meet men in bars and go home with them for the evening?

No. He shook his head. That was stupid. She was here every evening and every night. If she was having affairs, it was in the daytime. He didn't think so though.

His stupid fantasies about her took on new light to him with the realization that she like, craved sex, just as he did. If she wasn't getting any, maybe… maybe…

He began to be more and more affected by her now. Several times, he'd gotten a hard-on right near her, just by looking at her. He thought about that body all the time. He couldn't escape it, couldn't think of anything else but the need to possess her.

Two nights later, he was parked over on pierpoint road with Meghan Donnely. His left hand was up under her sweater, squeezing bare tit as they kissed heavily. His passions were boiling and bubbling.

It wasn't just the feel of Meghan's soft skin against his hand that excited him. He was thinking about getting his Mom here, about doing this to her, about her moaning and sighing like Meghan was.

His erection was a hot, hard spear between his legs. It was shoving against his jeans with enough force to tear the fabric. He unsnapped them, then lowered the zipper.

His hand sized Meghan's, pulled it easily across to his lap and pushed it down his pants onto his hard, throbbing meat. She'd gasped in surprise when she'd felt it, and tried to pull back, but he wouldn't let her, pushing her hand down deeper, until she'd reluctantly closed her fingers around the hot prick and squeezed.

That was all it took too. His cock exploded, throwing him back against the seatback as his body shuddered and shook in climax.

Meghan had been both repulsed and flattered that he'd gotten so hot on account of her. It made her feel flattered and important. It also, of course, made her hot.

When he'd rolled onto her, pulled her sweater up over her chest and fastened his mouth around her naked breast, she hadn't pushed him away. Her own passions were heating up quickly in the dark steamy car. His hand slipped into her pants, down over her abdomen to her pussy.

Her normal instinct to slap it away was suborned by her emotional excitement and sexual heat, as well as by the confusion in her mind caused by the strange question: How can I not let him put his hand down my pants and feel me when I've just had my hand down his pants and felt him? Ignored was the obvious; that he'd forced her hand down his pants. She was too confused for that.

His hand reached her groin, and that little hole at the center of her crotch. His fingers pressed roughly into it, and rubbed hard across her clit. A sudden stabbing shock of sexual heat burned through her belly all the way to her spine.