Tom James: Mama_s big boy

She unzipped her slacks and let them drop down around her ankles. Pulling her panties down she saw the patch of moisture. She was oozing like mad!

Her breath shaky, Pauline opened the medicine chest. There, on the top shelf, was the vibrator she used when her trick knee gave her trouble. She took it down, unwrapped the cord, and plugged it in.

Squatting slightly, Pauline turned on the vibrator and pressed it against her belly, her eyes shut. She felt ashamed and tremendously horny at the same time. Her body shook with emotion and it was all she could do to stay on her feet.

Her hand moved in a large circle over her belly, the vibrator teasing the flesh and leaving goose bumps where it had been. She slid her hand under her blouse and between her breasts, feeling her nipples leap out, hard and rubbery, begging to be touched. She moved her hand slightly and the warm, fluttering surface of the vibrator touched one breast.

"Ohh…" Pauline's knees sagged and she sat down on the edge of the bathtub, pressing her breasts together with her arms as the furious buzzing of the vibrator was matched by a sex buzz inside her head.

Panting hoarsely, Pauline ran the vibrator down the trembling skin of her body and between her open thighs. She hesitated a moment, her eyes shut her mind's eye seeing Alex, his cock erect, between her legs.

"Alex," she whispered. Her hand moved slightly and the buzzing surface of the vibrator touched her thigh, making her jump.

"Al… ex…" Pauline moved her hand, and the vibrator touched her wet cunt flesh.

"Ahhhhh!!" Pauline's scream was torn out of her. Her body doubled over and she slipped to the floor, her thighs clamped tight around her hand, holding the vibrator jammed against her pussy. Her knees lifted and her feet kicked against the floor in a frenzy of lust. Her body was being torn in half, and Pauline loved it.

"Aal… ex!! Al… ex… Al… ex…"

Pauline sobbed and screamed as her body jerked back and forth. She had never felt anything as powerful in her life! She felt as though she were being sawed in half with a huge cock that jammed into her again and again until she split wide open!

"Ahhh!!" Pauline dropped the vibrator and rolled on her side, clutching her breasts and cunt, her hands squeezing frantically. The vibrator, still buzzing furiously, slid down until one edge of it rested against her asshole.

"Ohhhh!!" Pauline couldn't believe the sensation. Her body was burning up! She jammed three fingers deep inside her cunt and jerked them back and forth in a frenzy feeling her hot, wet flesh sucking at them.

"Alex… ohhhh fuck meeeee!!!"

Pauline screamed as she came again and again, her body writhing on the floor.

Finally she began to calm down. With trembling hands she turned the vibrator off and propped herself up on one elbow, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

Holding her breath, Pauline listened, but there was nothing to hear. Alex was still at the grocers. She got up and pulled her slacks back up, shaking her head at her behavior. She had to straighten out!

"Mom!" Alex banged through the front door. "I got everything except the beer."

"Oh, right. Stupid of me, dear. We'll get the beer and stuff just before we start." Pauline closed the door of the medicine cabinet hurriedly, afraid that he'd see the vibrator.

As she fixed the salad, Pauline came to the realization that she'd have to talk over her sudden obsession with someone with some sense. The only person she felt close enough to was Doris Maxwell. She hoped Doris wouldn't be too shocked.

A few minutes after eleven the doorbell rang and Pauline looked out the front window of the apartment. She saw Doris in her car across the street and returned her wave.

"Let's go," she gestured to Alex. Picking up the bowl of salad, she waited while Alex gathered their bathing suits and towels.

Joan Maxwell, Doris' sixteen-year-old daughter, was standing by the door. She gave Alex a high-voltage smile that made him blush furiously. Like her mother, Joan had dark hair and blue eyes. She was tall, and her figure, already full, looked even better in the skimpy halter and shorts she was wearing.

Pauline noted with a light shock that she could see the outline of Joan's nipples through the thin material, and a glance at the teenager's thin shorts revealed that the girl hadn't bothered with panties either. Her dark triangle of pubic hair was quite obvious.

"Hi," Joan said, taking the salad bowl and giving Pauline a kiss on the cheek.

"Hello, dear." Pauline gave the slim girl a small hug, sensing Alex's envy that she could be so openly affectionate with Joan.

"Hi, people!" Doris waved, and gestured toward the back seat. "You two kids sit back there this trip."

"That's fine with me." Joan gave Alex a slow smile and climbed into the back seat, giving both Alex and Pauline a good view of her tight ass, just barely hidden by her shorts.

Alex followed her, letting the front seat drop back to its normal position. He smiled at her uncertainly.

Pauline, ignoring the by play in the back seat, climbed in and shut the door.

"We need to get some beer. I forgot and sent Alex instead of going myself."

Doris shrugged and lit a cigarette. "It's okay. I brought beer for us and cock – ooops!!" She laughed and Pauline joined in.

"That shows where my mind is!" Doris chuckled. "As I was tying to say, I brought beers for us and Cokes for the kids. With your salad and my sandwiches we'll have enough for all of us, with some to spare."

Pauline sighed and relaxed. It was nice to be going somewhere different. She got so tired of the norm – up in the morning, get Alex off to school and herself to work, home at night, dinner, maybe a little TV and then to bed, alone.

Pauline had married Alex's father when she realized it was the only way she was going to get away from her family. At first things had been great. She'd been a virgin, and he'd taught her a lot. Then Alex had come along and the nightly sex had become once or twice a week and then maybe once a month. She'd asked herself what she was doing wrong, but it wasn't until he'd announced he wanted a divorce that she knew it wasn't her fault. He'd been fucking every single piece of cunt that would spread her legs for him, and she'd been last on his schedule.

Pauline sighed. It had been rough. There had been the emotional shock of the divorce, and worse. Her husband had awakened her sex appetite, and she wanted cock. It had been hard, but every so often she had managed to find a man she could enjoy, and they'd fucked and fucked and fucked again until Pauline's cunt was raw and inflamed, and she couldn't possibly do it again.

"You're awfully quiet." Doris gave Pauline a quick grin.

Pauline sighed. "I was just remembering my ex-husband."

"Good God! Why ruin a perfectly nice day with the blues? Concentrate on having a good time. There's an old stamping mill way off the beaten track that I found a couple of years ago. Joan and I have been up there camping three or four times since then and we like it more and more each time. Right, honey?"

Pauline turned to look at Joan, who nodded.

"It's reality a neat place. Once we took off all our clothes and just wandered around naked all day long. Nobody ever goes near the place."

Pauline smiled, trying to imagine a place so quiet and secluded. Suddenly Pauline realized that Joan's halter had slipped a bit, and she saw that if it slipped any more the girl's nipples would pop out.

She felt she should say something, but she didn't know what. Turning to Doris, Pauline realized her friend was just as scantily dressed. Her big, heavy breasts were just barely held in by her halter, and her shorts were even thinner than Joan's.

Noticing Pauline's gaze, Doris smiled and said, "No, I'm not wearing any."