Donna Allen: Gang bang mom

A soft sound of excitement escaped his lips. She let him feast his eyes on her tits, then she cupped a hand under each tit and raised her boobs to make her nipples point at the ceiling.

She smiled at him. "Aren't you going to tell me you like my tits? I know they droop a little, but when they're big like this that can't be helped. Don't you like them?"

"They're beautiful, Mom."

"Do you mean it?"

"Yes."

She massaged her tits, rolling them around her chest and then fingering her nipples until they turned into stiff points.

She knew she was driving him crazy. It was fun. Her pussy was so damn wet she could feel the juice leaking on the insides of her thighs.

Moving closer to him, she leaned forward and offered one of her tits to his mouth.

"Suck it," she said. "It really turns me on when my titties are sucked."

He opened his mouth and she pushed forward to stuff her fat nipple between his lips.

She groaned at the feel of his wet warm mouth on her tit.

"Suck it, baby," she purred. "Suck Mommy's big tittie. Chew it if you want. Don't be afraid, let me feel your teeth."

She groaned as he bit down on her thick nipple. She ran her hand over his head, caressing the back of his neck, pressing his face more firmly against the globe of her tit.

After a while she pushed his face away and forced the other tit inside his mouth.

The nipple he'd been sucking was wet and swollen and a little raw from his teeth. She looked down at it, looked at his mouth sucking the other nipple, and suddenly she trembled and came.

The hot climax sizzled in her cunt and then washed over her body.

She finally pulled away from his mouth and stepped back.

His lips were slack and his eyes looked feverish. She smiled at him as she unzipped the side of her skirt.

When she dropped her skirt, she saw the emotion in his face as he looked at her. Her pantyhose was sheer all over and the dark bush of her cunt hair was clearly revealed.

Holding her tits with her hands, she turned slowly to let him look at her body.

"Do you think I'm getting old, honey?"

"You're not old, Mom."

"Maybe you're just saying that to be polite."

"I mean it, you're gorgeous."

She dropped her hands from her tits, ran them over her hips and asscheeks. Then she fingered the waistband of the pantyhose and slowly peeled the nylon off her body.

A flush came to the boy's face as he gazed at the thick bush of dark hair covering her cunt mound.

Brenda faced him, ran her fingers through her pussy hair. "You've got a hard-on again, you little devil. I'll suck you off again, but after this one I think you need some rest."

He was like soft clay in her hands. She could do anything with him she wanted to. She made him stretch out on her bed and she crouched between his legs to suck his cock.

This time she had the advantage of being able to rock her body back and forth.

Her mouth pumped up and down on his hard young prick.

She held his fat balls in one hand and squeezed the base of his cockshaft with the other hand.

The spongy knob of his cock swelled and throbbed in her mouth.

It wasn't long before he jerked his hips and came. His load of hot cum spurted over her tongue and she greedily swallowed it down.

At the end she tenderly squeezed his nuts and then his cockshaft as her lips sucked the last of his jism out of his pisshole.

"That's all for tonight," she said, pulling her mouth away from his prick and smacking her lips. "You get some rest, honey."

She kissed his forehead and then his lips. Smiling at him, she helped him get off her bed and walked with him down to his room.

When he was under the bedcover, she kissed him again, turned the light out and walked back to her bedroom.

I love him, she thought.

It was obvious he wasn't sure yet what had hit him tonight.

She wasn't that sure herself.

What was certain was that she had now crossed a line, she had now done something she'd always thought impossible.

At the moment the only thing she was afraid of was that he would somehow back away from her. She did not want that. She wanted more.

She wanted much more. As she walked into her bedroom and closed the door, she ran her fingers through her cuntbush and told herself that what she really wanted was to fuck him.

Maybe tomorrow. In the meantime she had a boiling pussy and she had to do something about it.

She turned the lights down. She pulled a heavy-duty vibrator out of a drawer and she stretched out on the bed to bring herself off.

Buzzing her clit. That's what she called it. It never took long. A few drops of baby oil on her clit and then the rubber ball of the vibrator on top of that.

She moaned as the first of a series of orgasms ripped through her body.

Brenda went to work as usual the next day. She had a job as a secretary in a real-estate office. It was easy work and she liked the job. The three men she worked for had one after the other made passes at her in the beginning, but after a while they got the idea she was uninterested and now there was an easy-going office friendship that made her days pleasant.

She was restless all day. She couldn't help thinking about Ken and what they'd done.

Each time she thought about it she got horny.

Three times during the day she had to go to the ladies room to whack off.

She thought it was a little crazy to be sitting there in the john rubbing her cunt to an orgasm, but she couldn't get any work done with her mind filled with Ken.

She couldn't wait to get home.

Finally the workday was finished and she hurried out of the office.

She sped down the highway to get home. Ken usually arrived home from school before her, and when she walked into the house he was already there.

They both pretended nothing had happened the night before. She made an early dinner for the two of them and then she left him in the living room watching TV and she went upstairs to change her clothes.

She was horny again. Just being near Ken set her off.

She stripped her clothes off and climbed into the shower. When she came out of the shower, she dried herself and sprayed her body with cologne and put new make-up on. Then she slipped into a sheer bra and panty set that showed everything and covered herself with a blue satin wrap-around robe.

When she looked at herself in the mirror, she was pleased. She looked damn sexy, maybe ten years younger and certainly not the mother of a teen.

A teen with a seven-inch cock. He was her lover now. She remembered the taste of his thick jism, the feel of his hot cockflesh filling her mouth.

Well, here we go, she thought. Tonight she would make him fuck her. Tonight they would take the final step.

When she walked down the stairs and into the living room, Ken looked at her with admiration in his eyes.

"You look beautiful, Mom."

"Thank you, honey."

She sat down next to him on the sofa and kissed his cheek.

"And you smell good, too," he said.

She smiled. "I think we ought to talk about last night. We've been avoiding the subject all evening and maybe that isn't good. Don't you think we ought to talk about it?"

He blushed. "I don't know, Mom, maybe…"

"No, let's talk, honey. You liked what we did, didn't you?"

"Yes."

"And I did too. I thought about you all day. Did you think about me?"

"I couldn't think of anything else."

"I know what you mean. I even had to go to the john three times to whack off." She laughed when she saw the shock in his face. "Oh, don't be silly, honey, girls like to do it as much as boys. Don't you know that?"

"I wasn't sure."

"Well, now you know. Did you do it today too?"

"Sure."

"How many times, you little rascal?"