William Taylor: Three hot mothers

"Hey, guys," Dave grinned. "Been gettin' any?" This was a standard greeting, but the boy was acting a bit more cocky than usual. "Yeah, how about you?" Billy said.

"All the time," Dave said, rubbing his crotch. This led to some "Oh. Yeahs?" and "What d'ya wanna bets?" until Dave admitted he'd been fucking his own mother. The other two teenagers then said they'd been admiring the other's mother, but didn't think much of their chances at getting laid.

"Dave." Tommy asked, "has your old lady really got big tits?"

"She sure has. The softest, fattest, hottest pair of tits in the city! I fucked 'em a couple of days ago and I shot all over her face. Man, what a feeling!"

Billy and Tommy listened enviously, their cocks straining against their jeans as the older boy continued to praise the fleshy charms of his mother.

"I'm sick of fucking my fist!" Billy said.

"Me, too," Tommy replied, "but… our own mothers?"

"Hey, you don't want her, I'll take her!" Dave laughed, then continued seriously. "You both got a good chance, being home most of the time, and not having any competition." He was referring to the fact that neither boy had a father at home.

"And," he continued, "they're probably already horny. What you gotta do is get 'em hornier."

"How're we gonna do that?" Tommy asked. "Walk around in your underwear, you know, when you're half-hard. Let her see how much cock you've got. Or maybe let your balls hang out, and pretend you don't notice. Stuff like that."

"Yeah," Billy said, joining in. "Or get 'em to talk about sexy stuff, like the facts of life, or what certain words mean."

"We can't both do the same thing," Tommy cautioned. "You know how they compare problems at those meetings!"

The two boys' mothers had met through the Single Parent Society. A club for widowed or divorced persons with children, the Society met every few days to discuss problems and parties.

"Shit!" Billy said. "My mom's been divorced for six years, and she never dates. She's gotta be dying for some cockmeat!"

"My mother doesn't even talk about sex," Tommy said. "I'm still waiting for the lecture on babies she mentioned four or five years ago!"

"Me, I'd like to make it with your mother, too, Dave," Billy said.

"My mom's plenty big," Tommy said dreamily, already anticipating sucking on her fat tits while fingering her pussy. He abruptly stood up. "See you guys later. I'm going home and see what happens."

Peggy Barton closed the bathroom door and untied the sash around her robe. Under it, her slender figure was naked. She examined her creamy complexion in the mirror. She was still attractive, she mused, even if she was nearly thirty-seven years old.

But she wasn't satisfied. Harry had left her and Tommy well provided for, but she was lonely, and couldn't help believing if she'd had to work, and hadn't needed to stay at home with her son, she might have met some man willing to marry her. After all, there was more to life than housekeeping, club meetings, and masturbation!

Many friends had told her that she resembled Ruth Roman, an actress she'd seen on many old TV programs, but, as Peggy's hands slid up to cup and lift her heavy jugs, she knew Ruth Roman had never been lucky enough to have bra-busters like these! She gently squeezed them and groaned low in her throat as the soft white flash oozed out between her fingers.

Alone with her thoughts, the pretty brunette widow sat on the closed toilet seat and parted her plump thighs. The ripe curves of her soft ass pushed out under her wide-spread fluff of wet cunt-hair. For some reason, she seemed to get hornier in the early morning and late evening, when her thoughts turned to past experiences.

Finger-fucking left Peggy feeling dirty, but she still wasn't used to being a widow, and was unable to help herself at times like these. Five years was a long time without a cock. Holding one heavy, trembling tit in her left hand, her right crept over her pale belly toward the aching lips of her pussy.

Gently, she ruffled her silken curls teasing herself as the nut-like nubbin of her swollen clitty trembled. She gasped with the obscene delight of touching her little clit. With her thumb strumming her clit, Peggy inserted a couple of fingers into the oozing mouth of her pulsating pussy.

"Ahhhhh, ahhhhh," she sighed softly, her butt-cheeks tensing with the extreme pleasure of having her cunt invaded. She pulled the fingers out slowly, still teasing herself, and rubbed the whole length of her pink, slippery cunt, feeling the loose folds slide under her palm.

"Ohhhhh, uhhhhhh… ahhhh," she moaned, slipping the fingers back inside her hole. Wet, smacking sounds burned her ears, reminding her of Harry's plunging cock whipping her juice into a froth.

Groaning with open-mouthed delight, Peggy cupped one round tit and stroked it. The other tit sagged, heavy and full, toward the side of her body, and she soon switched to that one. With half-closed eyes she played with its extended brown nipple, rolling the rubbery length between her fingers as her cunt sucked on her fingers.

Slouching lower on the wet seat, half of her soft ass hanging off the edge, Peggy took her hand from her tit and reached under her ass, searching the tight crack. Her hand was a fist except for her extended middle finger. The hot split of her buns was nice and slippery with cunt-honey and her finger soon located the puckered, rubbery ring of her hairless asshole.

"Ughh!" She grunted as the finger wormed between her shit-lips. Her face turned a bright red as she slowly forced her finger into the tight, tiny hole. She pumped her pussy harder. Her cum was almost…

"Mom?"

Her fantasy world was shattered. Peggy groaned and pulled her fingers with unnecessary haste from their respective holes. Quickly pulling the robe around her, she opened the door.

"What is it, Tommy? What're you doing home so early?"

Tommy eyed the bulging curves under his mother's robe and wet his lips, praying that his plan worked.

He'd heard her moaning in the bathroom, and the sound and the mental images his over-active mind supplied made him dizzy. He was so nervous and scared he was almost sick to his stomach, and he knew his cheeks were flushed.

"Mom, some of the guys were laughing at me. Just because I didn't know what they were talking about!"

"What did they say?" Peggy asked.

"They were talking about jerking off. What's that mean?"

Peggy's face grew hot. She was shocked by his words, but even more surprised that he didn't know what they meant. Maybe she should have had that talk with him about sex, but somehow she'd never had the nerve. "Jerking off's another word for… for masturbation, son."

"Master… what?" Tommy put a puzzled look on his face.

Peggy was more than a little flustered, now. He should have heard that word before. She felt her nipples burning against the rough material of the robe. "It's a word for, for playing with yourself, Tommy," she blurted.

"With myself," he said, seemingly confused.

"You mean you've never uh, rubbed your… your wee-wee to make yourself feel good?" Peggy was almost breathless with embarrassment and, to make matters worse, her cunt was still itchy and dripping, and she was sure there was a wet stain in the back of her robe.

Tommy inwardly laughed at his mother's childish expression but forced himself to look puzzled as he said. "That makes you feel good?"

"You mean you haven't…" Peggy stared at her son. "Oh, Tommy, that's not normal, not healthy. Go right to the bathroom and rub herself until it gets stiff and feels good, ok?"

Peggy watched him shut the door. The fire in her cunt hadn't gone out, and the mental image of Tommy stroking his fat prick a few feet away didn't help. She groaned and slipped one hand in side her robe, cupping her wet cunt. She stroked the protruding bud of her sparking clit.