Ray Todd: Vacation with mom

It was after ten-thirty in the morning, and Linda Turner was still lying naked on her bed. The top sheet was kicked down and her bare knees were drawn back up against her big creamy tits while her middle finger was moving deliciously around in the hot moistness of her super-horny slit. Her long black hair was cascading over the pillow as her half-closed smoky-gray eyes stared dreamily into space. She was having visions of big, luscious cocks and lusty, hairy balls. With her finger moving sensuously around in her dripping hot cunt, Linda was fantasizing about plump, meaty dongs. From the time she was first laid at the tender age of twelve, Linda's consuming interest in fucking had gown more intense with every year and now, at thirty, cocks had become an obsession with the beautiful woman.

At the age of seventeen, she'd been knocked up by her present husband, Don Turner. Don had been thirty-eight at the time and now, in his early fifties, he no longer had the sex-drive to keep up with Linda's insatiable lust. Don was a good provider and they both loved Jill, their pretty eighteen-year-old daughter very much, so Linda tried desperately to make the marriage work. Because of Don's inability to keep her sexually satisfied, Linda depended on other men for her sex life. Linda wasn't even discriminating about her fuck-mates, who included the postman, delivery men, any repairman or salesman that came to the door and a few of her friend's husbands who discreetly visited her when their wives were out shopping. Linda's ever-ready cunt would usually relieve two or three eager cocks a day.

This morning she was resorting to masturbation out of necessity. It was a Monday and her husband had been home the entire weekend, and after forty-eight hours of no sexual release the woman was desperate. She'd remained in bed this morning hoping that Ted Murray, the man next door, would drop in for his usual Monday morning fuck, but when Linda saw him drive away with his wife, she decided to finger herself as a last resort.

It pissed her off that she had to resort to masturbation when she was such a sexually attractive woman. Men always took a second look at Linda when she walked down the street. She wore her dark hair in a pageboy style with straight bangs that stopped just above her smoldering gray eyes. Her hair was a beautiful contrast against her creamy-white complexion, and the woman's deliciously rounded figure was the envy of most teen-aged girls.

Her thoughts turned to her daughter, Jill, as she lay on the bed dreamily moving her finger around in the warm juicy depths of her lust-swollen slit. She often wondered if her lovely eighteen-year-old daughter had ever been fucked. The thought of a young boy sliding his cock in and out of Jill's twat always gave Linda a vicarious thrill. She remembered her own first fuck when she'd been a year younger than Jill, and it was one of her most cherished memories. Linda had only been sixteen years old when a neighborhood boy of seventeen had talked her into taking her panties off for him. She hadn't even been completely aware of what he was up to until he slipped his stiff young cock into her virginal cunt, but she would never forget the rapture and joy of that very first fuck. She hadn't dreamed that anything could feel so good, and from that time on, the only thing she really lived for was the heavenly feeling of a stiff prick filling her always hungry pussy.

It was probably a deep-seated desire to re-live that glorious sexual experience that caused Linda to fantasize about her daughter whenever the woman masturbated. It really turned Linda on to close her eyes and visualize a young boy's stiff prick plunging in and out of Jill's cute pussy. Linda had often wanted to ask the girl if she was fucking around with boys, but because of Jill's shyness, she had never brought up the subject. She was aware that her daughter had sexual urges, as she had once walked into the girl's room and found the girl lying on her bed, masturbating. Linda had quickly exited from the room before Jill could notice her, but since that time, the mother had often thought about it, and wondered if the girl had started fucking.

Frantically fingering herself, Linda was writhing around on the bed with vivid visions of a stiff young dick pumping into her daughter's twat when her activities were interrupted by the sound of the doorbell. Thinking that Ted Murray had dropped his wife downtown and was returning for his Monday morning fuck, Linda hopped out of bed and slipped quickly into a short housecoat. She didn't bother to close the front of it as she wanted Ted to get a good look at her thick, silky-black bush when she first opened the door.

She was startled to see Terry McGuire, their eighteen-year-old paper boy, standing there staring bug-eyed at her blatantly exposed punt.

"What do you want?" she snapped in an irritated voice as she pulled the front of her gown together.

"I'm collecting for the paper," he stammered, his blushing cheeks even brighter than his red hair and freckles.

"Come on in," she sighed disgustedly. "Let me see if I have any money in the house."

The boy stepped inside and nervously closed the door behind him as the woman left the room in search of her handbag. Rummaging around in it for money, Linda began smiling to herself, thinking of the wild expression on the teen's face as he stared at her cunt.

"The horny bastard," she giggled under her breath as she searched through the bag.

Returning to the living worn with the money, Linda wondered if Terry McGuire was standing there with a hard-on. Linda could see no indication of it when she glanced down at his fly, but thinking about the teen's prick had strangely excited her. The boy's face was still a bright red as Linda stood in front of him, slowly counting the money with the front of her gown once more fully open. She was very much aware that the boy's eyes were riveted on her soft furry mound.

"Would you like a Coke or something before you leave," she smiled, handing him the bills she'd counted.

"No thanks," he blurted out nervously. "I've gotta go."

"What's your big rush?" Linda asked.

"Nuthin'," Terry stammered. "But I'm awful late."

"Come on," she whispered, placing her hands on his shoulders. "It's lonesome all by myself. Please stay for a drink."

"I just can't, Mrs. Turner," the youth mumbled, turning toward the door.

"Terry," she giggled, "don't you like to look at my pussy?"

"It's not that." He blushed harder than ever. "I've just gotta go."

"Okay," she smiled. "But will you help me for a second before you leave?"

"I guess so," was his nervous reply. "What do you want me to do?"

"Will you please change a light bulb for me in the kitchen?"

"Sure," he muttered. "I guess so."

"I don't have a ladder," she smiled when they entered the kitchen area. "You'll have to stand on a chair, but I'll steady it for you."

While he was up on the chair changing the bulb, Linda gently placed her hands on his leg.

"Now don't slip and fall," she said, moving her hand slowly up the boy's inner thigh. "Ill hold you steady."

A wild flame shot through the woman's excited twat when her probing fingers touched his cock through the material of his tight jeans. As she'd hoped, the young boy's dick was as stiff as a board.

"Oh, Terry," she giggled, "you've got a hard-on."

"Please, Mrs. Turner," he said in a nervous voice, his body shaking like a leaf. "Please don't touch me there."

"Don't you like it?" she whispered.

"It feels funny."

"Doesn't it feel good?" she smiled up at him as her fingers were now gently squeezing and massaging the bone-hard lump in his pants.

"Sorta."

"Most young men late to have women play with their cocks," she giggled, lowering the zipper on the defenseless boy's pants.