Paul Gable: Hot Mama

"Uh, just a minute. I have to.." Joanne said unevenly, pointing at the ladies' room door.

"Sure. We'll wait, Mrs. Hill," Bob said, winking at her.

Joanne flushed slightly red, wondering if the teen had picked up her scent. He was almost as tall as Doug and a little stockier. He was swarthy, maybe Italian or Greek, and daddy handsome. His flashing smile and low voice promised more than Joanne could have hoped for. But what was she doing, wondering what kind of lover one of her son's friends would be?

"Oh, God!" she maoned out loud as she pushed the door opened and ran into one of the cabinets. Joanne couldn't hike her skirt up fast enough, sighing as she felt a rush of cool air blow up against her juice-soaked panties. The blonde slid her hands under the elastic waistband of her pink panties and groaned as she felt her wet pussy-hairs brush up against her slender fingers. Joanne could have stood in the tight cabinet all day, thinking of that necking couple and the winking Bob Decker. But her son and his friends were waiting outside. She had to bring herself off right now!

"Ummmmmmmmm," the woman groaned as she staggered backward until she slammed up against the rear cold white tile wall of the toilet cabinet. Joanne's knees trembled and nearly budded as she slid her right forefinger up between her puffy labes until it touched her sparking mound of clit-flesh.

"Ahhhhh!" Joanne moaned as she strummed her beating clit wildly with her finger. The blonde wanted to rip all her clothes off. She pictured the two teens naked, licking every hot inch of her body with their thick, sensuous tongues. Joanne bucked her thighs forward and up, impaling her juicing snatch on her right wrist as she thought of her hot pussy would welcome both teens' dicks.

"Uhhhh! Uhhhghhhh! Ahhhhhhhh!"

Joanne cried out as she felt herself teetering on the brink of a mini-climax. They were the only types she was having now. Suddenly the picture changed and she saw Doug in front of her, stark naked, and jamming his long, smooth cock between her cunt-lips.

"Noooo!" Joanne cried out, trying to drive the picture from her mind. But it stuck. She rolled her head slowly from side to side against the tile wall as she plucked and rubbed her swollen clit up to climax, thinking of Doug's face and body. As she felt the world around her explode, Joanne thought she could actually feel something hot and wet spraying into her sucking pussy. It was Doug, firing his lava-like jizz into her cunt as his lips slobbered over her tightly swollen tits.

"Christ!" Joanne moaned as she felt her legs finally buckle from under her. She reached out and managed to hold onto a collapsing purse rack. "Oh no, no, no," the blonde repeated over and over as she fought to get control of herself. This was something new. Joanne had never fantasized about fucking her son. She groaned softly to herself as she slid her saturated panties back up and dropped her skirt. She wondered if this kind of fantasy was normal for women who hadn't had sex for a while.

"Hello, ma'am?" a voice called out from the doorway.

Joanne stiffened, with embarrassment and surprise. Had someone been in the John all this time and heard her groans?

"Y-yes?" Joanne stammered, straightening her clothes and opening the cabinet door.

"I'm sorry, but some guys out here asked me to come in and see what was taking you so long. They- Oh, dear!" an old woman said as she perked up her nose and sniffed at the air. Joanne flushed a deep red and fought the feeling to run out of there with a towel over her head..

"Poor ventilation. Some kind of leak," the blonde mumbled as she brushed past the old woman and walked towards her son and his friends.

"Hey, come an! I want to see if the old homestead's changed any," Doug said as he put his arm around his mother's waist again and walked briskly out of the terminal. Joanne listened patiently to her son's description of the school and its programs, aware of the two guys walking closely behind her. Maybe it was her imagination, but Joanne thought she could feel the hot stares of both guys on her firm ass-cheeks. As Doug babbled on about the sports programs and how well he'd done in various swimming meets, Joanne wondered how long Bob Decker's and Jim Smith's dicks were, and if they'd be able to give her the kind of climax that was only a memory now.

"Hey, you've got to came up for the mini-Olympics," Doug said as he climbed into Joanne's car. "We're all in them-me, Jim and Bob."

"Oh?" Joanne said, turning around and smiling at the two guys as they climbed into the back seat.

"Right. I'm swimming the hundred-meter, and Bob and Jim are going in for the weight-lifting contest," Doug said as they turned out of the parking lot.

"I'll put that on my calendar," Joanne said, wondering what kind of muscles both teens had under those tight-fitting military uniforms.

As the city lights flashed by in the growing blackness of late afternoon, Joanne's mind was a kaleidoscope of sexual pictures. She thought of the couple fingering one another in the bus station., Then she pictured Bob Decker's body, dark, naked and hairy, grinding against her big tits. And there was Jim Smith, taller than Doug and slender, but with a kind of hidden quiet strength under those long legs that made her clit vibrate like a tuning fork.

"Hey, we're here!" Doug suddenly cried out, pointing at the darkened house.

Joanne couldn't believe it! It had been a miracle that they weren't killed. All she'd been thinking about was her rumbling twat and every kind of prick that could take care of it. Joanne didn't remember a thing about driving the car home!

"How long are you staying?" Joanne asked her son as they all dragged their duffel bags out of the car.

"We've got a week's vacation, Mom. Then it's back to the old grind again," Doug said, slamming the door shut and running up the walk to the front parch. Joanne watched him and smiled sadly. She didn't realize until now tow much she'd missed him.

"Hey, come on! Don't keep us out in the cold"' Doug called out to his mother.

"Sorry," Joanne said, walking briskly up the walk.

She could still feel her box shuddering and rumbling with frustration. It felt like her belly did when she was starving for food and couldn't eat for a while. The crotch of her panties clung to her still-swollen labes as she reached the top step of the porch and unlocked the door.

"We gonna eat?" Jim asked as they all walked into the large living room.

"That's all he thinks about-eating," Doug said, laughing softly at his friends.

Christ! I've got something for him to chew on! Joanne thought to herself as she felt her clit rising up from her hot snatch-flesh again.

"I've got some cash saved up from my allowance. Let's take your mom out and treat her," Bob said, smiling broadly at Joanne.

The woman looked from one teen to the other to the other, and suddenly felt like a little girl with a big wad of money in a candy store. She wanted everything she could see, and couldn't decide which one she was going to have first. Then Joanne remembered that one of the bodies was her son's.

"I-I think I'm a little tired. Why don't you guys go out for dinner and I'll go to bed?" Joanne said.

"Whatever you say, Mom. Let's change and get on the town," Doug said, racing up the stairs with his two buddies behind him. Joanne walked towards the large blue living-room couch and sat down at one end of it, wondering if Bob Decker's hand had brushed her right ass-cheek accidentally as he ran for the stairs after Jim.

"Unnnnhhhhh!" Joanne moaned, running her fingertips over her panting belly. They slid upward until they bumped against the tips of her brown, hard nipples. Her clit vibrated furiously in response as Joanne dug her heels into the mattress and hunched her thighs up slightly into the air. Joanne had been trying to sleep in bed. But she kept thinking of Bob Decker's body. Doug had said that the teen and his friend were into weight-lifting Joanne closed her eyes and pictured a big, muscular body crushing her into the groaning mattress. She imagined herself writhing under the teen's insistent hunches, begging bun to stuff his cock into her cunt. She wanted it sliding in and out of her aching, twitching snatch until his spasming cock fired its hot, heavy load of jizz. "Mmmmmmmmm," Joanne groaned softly between her tightly clenched teeth as she felt her snatch clamp down tightly against her probing fingers. It was going to be another night of clit-fingering and fantasizing. Joanne almost felt like crying. This was better than nothing, but- Suddenly Joanne yanked her fingers out with a soft, squishy pop as she heard a squeak on one of the stain. Had somebody broken into her house? Then she remembered the teens and thought that they were back. "Fuck!" someone whispered as he stumbled on one of the steps. Joanne felt her blood freeze as she realized that it was Bob's voice-and he was drunk. She heard him tripping on the rug, heading towards her room as he hummed some tune softly. At first Joanne wanted to jump out of bed and slam her door shut. Then a strange feeling crept over her. She realized that the other teens hadn't come home with him. They were probably still out drinking or looking for cunts to fuck. Joanne clenched her fingers together in a tight fist, then spread her legs wide apart. This was her big chance. She felt her pussy sucking, jerking and twitching as the shadow of the teen crossed her doorway. Joanne pretended to be asleep and positioned her body in such a way that would draw Bob into her room like a magnet.