Donna Allen: An orgy family-style

When she was certain he was sleeping soundly, she sat down on the edge of the bed. She took his hand in hers and pressed her hot lips to the palm.

Her pussy lurched. She gazed at him in the dim light and saw a man, not a child, and her pussy responded. She let her free hand fall to his chest.

Without thinking, she drew the covers back and gazed hungrily at his young body. He wore no pajamas and was still covered from the waist down. She thrilled to the touch of his smooth young skin.

My baby boy, she thought. She lightly stroked his nipples. My little man.

She stroked her way down to his waist and stopped, but she knew she had to see more of his body. She hadn't seen him naked for several years, but who had a better right to see how he had developed?

Her hand rested on his belly. He stiffened in his sleep, but his breathing was regular. Did she dare push the covers all the way down and peek at his cock and balls? She wanted to so badly.

As if moved by an alien force, she lifted the covers up and exposed his crotch. He was wearing shorts and she let her hand slip inside the waistband.

She felt his bush and almost stopped breathing. She couldn't stop now. She had to see and feel everything. She had to get a good look at his cock and balls or she'd never get to sleep.

Glancing over at the clock on the desk, she guessed that Bob wouldn't be home for a while. The horny brunette carefully pulled the boy's shorts down and her eyes widened as she gazed at his prick.

It was leaning against his thigh and he must have been having a wet dream because it was throbbing and half-hard. His shorts were down around his thighs now and she stared with hot eyes at his groin.

She knew she ought to stop right there and be content to just gaze at his cock and balls. But she wanted more. She had to touch him, caress him, feel his cock pulsate in her hand. It was a sin, a taboo, but she wouldn't sleep until she touched it.

She tried telling herself he was her son and she had a right, but still she trembled as she reached down to his prick.

When her fingers touched him, touched his cockbush and shaft, a thrill shot through her. Dear God, she wanted his cock in her mouth and her pussy! Just touching wasn't enough. It was never enough.

Closing her eyes to shut out the sight of him, she ran her fingers up and down his rod. He mumbled in his sleep, but she left her hand where it was. If he awakened, so be it. She couldn't turn back now.

The hot-assed mother felt dizzy with excitement. Her pussy moistened, wetting her inner thighs. Excitement made her aggressive and she gently wrapped her fingers around his fuckpole and squeezed.

He groaned in his sleep, but still she fondled him, almost willing him to awaken. His cock lifted up in her hand, no longer resting against his thigh. It was getting hard. Dear God, she was giving her own son a hard-on!

She rubbed his jizz-slit with her thumb and distributed the juice over his cockhead. The longer she fondled his cock the larger it grew.

Soon it was fully erect. She felt a rush of excitement and began moving her hand up and down his silken-skinned shaft.

She wondered how often he jerked off. When her boys were little, they masturbated regularly. Now that they were teenagers they probably beat their meat a half dozen times a day.

Do I dare take it in my mouth? she thought. What if Bob comes home and finds me in here?

She gazed down with loving eyes at her eldest son. She wanted to give him pleasure, the kind of pleasure only a mature woman can give a young boy. Did she dare?

Was it possible to give him an orgasm while he was sleeping? Would he awaken and be shocked? Or maybe he would be pleased. Billy was asleep in the next room and Penny just down the hall. Would they hear if Jimmy cried out and would they rush in to see what was happening?

Despite the unanswered questions and the dangers involved, the hot-cunted mother continued manipulating the boy's cock. It became so stiff she knew she wouldn't leave until she brought him off. How could she leave him like this?

But even as her mind whirled she knew she wanted to taste him. She salivated at the thought of taking his young dick in her mouth.

She loved giving head and Bob hardly seemed interested lately. Was he getting it somewhere else or was he just losing interest in sex? It was hard to tell, but she had a gut feeling he had another woman, or women.

One thing she knew. She had to taste Jimmy's prick. Her pussy seethed, but she wasn't yet ready to take that step. Sucking him didn't seem as perverse as fucking him.

Climbing to her knees over him, she bent down and moved her lips to within a few inches of his prick. She hesitated, opened her mouth and stopped, her lips grazing his cockhead.

A drop of his pre-orgasm jizz clung to her lower lip. She licked her lips, tasting him. How delicious he was!

Come to Mama, she thought with a giggle. Come to Mama, baby boy of mine.

Squeezing his cockhead, she coaxed another drop of come out of his pisser. Raw desire driving her on, she flicked her tongue out and licked it off. Closing her eyes, she savored the taste of him once again.

She wanted a mouthful of jism, but to achieve that she had to make him come without awakening him. Her head swam at the prospect as she kissed the tip of his cockhead.

He grunted in his sleep, raising his ass and seemingly trying to thrust his prick into her mouth.

Just where I want it, she thought as she rubbed her moist lips over his mushroom-like cock-knob.

She pressed her lips against his bush and his balls. She inhaled his man-boy aroma. Her fingers circling his cock-root, she opened her mouth wide and took his cock deep inside.

He stirred violently, but didn't awaken. She thought she might faint when his cock plunged into her throat. She scraped her teeth lightly over his cockshaft and tongued his pisser. His cock was actually growing bigger and stiffer. What a joy he was.

She glanced at the clock and calculated she still had a few minutes before Bob came home. She had to bring the boy off without awakening him. If nothing else she had to have a mouthful of come to put her to sleep.

Driven by raw desire and motherly love, she began sliding her lips up and down his prick. She bobbed her head up and down, fondling his balls as she sucked him.

At intervals he raised his ass and rammed his prick into her throat. She thrilled at his aggressiveness. Even in his sleep he was all boy.

She cradled his balls in one hand and used her other hand to gently pump his prick. She sucked just the tip, concentrating on moving just his cock-skin up and down his pole.

His cock and balls were wet with her saliva. On an impulse she moved a hand to his asscrack and toyed with his asshole.

He flung a leg over, hitting her in the head and pushing her down over his crotch. She held his prick in one cheek and then the other before letting it lodge in her throat.

She used her tongue expertly, making his cock jerk and throb. She gently inserted a finger in his asshole while she fluttered her tongue up and down his fuck-stick.

Then she plunged down, clamping her lips over his hard-on and burying her nose in his cock-bush. He groaned, mumbling something unintelligible in his sleep.

"Come!" she hissed. "Fuck Mother's face, darling!"

She prepared herself for the explosion she knew was moments away. She removed her finger from his asshole and began frantically rubbing her pussy.

She came when he did and his jism was sweeter than anything she'd ever tasted. It filled her mouth to overflowing.

At the end she stole back to her room and fell onto the bed. In less than five minutes she heard Bob drive up. Her pussy still burning with horny desire, she pulled up the covers and feigned sleep.