Paul Gable - Hot Mama

"Come on, Mrs. Hill. This is 1976. Nobody's a prude now. If I had a mother who looked like you, shit, I'd try to crawl into her panties," Bob said as he looked around to make sure no one heard him.

"I don't care if this is 1976. I don't want to hear talk like that around Doug," Joanne hissed quietly as she heard her son climbing down the stairs.

"Okay, okay. But that doesn't mean that I can't crawl back into your sack later on," Bob whispered as he turned around to greet his friend.

"HI, Mom!" Doug chirped out as he walked over to his mother and hugged her gently.

"Ohhh, sit down and finish your breakfast," Joanne said, flushing red as she flashed a quick glance at Bob and saw him smiling broadly at her, He seemed to know more about her feelings than she did.

"Sorry about coming home late last night, but Jim and I just got to talking and, well, you know how it is," Doug said as he started downing his pancakes.

"That's okay. Your mother and I had a nice talk last night," Bob said, smiling slyly at Joanne.

"You were up? I thought you said you were going to bed," Doug said, looking at his mother curiously.

"Oh, I… I couldn't sleep and came downstairs to watch television. Bob came in and we had a little chat," Joanne stammered out as she flashed a warning look at Bob.

"Christ! I hope he didn't tell you any of my secrets," Doug said, kicking his friend playfully in the shin.

"Where's your other friend?" Joanne asked, desperately trying to change the subject.

"Still in bed. Why don't you wake him up, Mrs. Hill?" Bob asked, stifling a laugh that was building in his belly.

Before Joanne could answer, Jim waked slowly into the room and smiled hello to the blonde.

"Come on Jimmy. Eat breakfast fast. I want to show you around the rest of the neighborhood," Doug said as he got up and opened the refrigerator door.

Joanne stood quietly at the other end of the kitchen, leaning against the sink as she stared at the three eating teens. The image of all of them fucking her at once came back to her suddenly. She'd had it slip through her mind when Bob was fucking her. Now it came back in all its fury, making her legs tremble and her knees almost buckle from under her. Joanne had to fight back the almost overpowering urge to blurt out, "I want to fuck all of you now!"

Doug was the first to finish.

"I'll be outside, slowpokes," he said, running over to his mother and kissing her lightly on the forehead before running out the back door. Joanne tried to ignore Bob's stares and winks as Jim finished next and said good-bye politely to her.

"Well, should I pretend to be sick or something?" the teen asked as Jim disappeared out of the kitchen.

"What do you mean?" Joanne asked nervously as she felt her snatch fire up like a blast furnace. Rob had gotten up from the table and walked slowly over to her. Joanne automatically shifted her eyes down from his face to his crotch and noticed that something was twitching and pressing against his jeans.

"Come on, Mrs. Hill," the teen said as he rubbed his crotch against her thighs.

"Don't! They'll see you! They're waiting for you," Joanne panted as she felt her nipples poking angrily against her tight bra.

"Okay. Play hard-to-get. Maybe you're a little tired of my dick. Maybe I'll send Doug home to satisfy his mother's snatch," Bob said a little sullenly.

Joanne realized the teen night blurt put something if she were to send him away angry.

"No, it's not that. It's just that, I mean, I've just got to get my bead together. I mean, it's been six months since-since, well you know what. And I'm confused about it all. Especially when the man who-who laid me was only eighteen. It's a little strange for me to accept that, especially since I'm over thirty," Joanne said unevenly as she felt Bob's big hands crawl invitingly over her goose-fleshed, hot skin.

"Hey, don't worry about that," Bob said, the tone of his voice suddenly changed. "Like I told you last night, you're better than most girls I've fucked half your age."

"Please, just let me think it out," Joanne insisted, reaching up and gently pushing the teen away.

"Okay, I understand," Bob said, smiling gently at the blonde, then giving her a playful pat on her ass before he ran out the back door.

"Ohhhhhh!" Joanne cried out, reaching behind her to the sink for support. She almost told Bob to pretend to be sick so that she could wrap her legs around his back and get fucked by the teen all over again.

"Be home late this afternoon!" Doug shouted out as he, Jim and Bob walked down the street.

Joanne waved cheerily through the side window and watched the three teens until they disappeared around the corner.

"God, what am I going to do?" Joanne asked out loud as she leaned against the wall and ran the fingers of her right hand through her long blonde hair. The tight, hot feeling in her pussy was growing stronger and stronger. Joanne knew that she needed a cock soon to bring her off or she'd be unable to do anything around the house. The blonde almost wished that Bob hadn't fucked her last night. Before his cock spat out its jizz in her pussy, at least Joanne could move around. Now all she could think of was dick and how to get more of it. She was beginning to feel she was a nympho.

"This is silly!" Joanne said to herself out loud as she shook off the feeling temporarily and picked up her purse from the living-room coffee table. She had shopping to do if she was going to feed those three hungry mouths.

Hungry mouths! Joanne thought to herself as she closed the front door behind her. She pictured Doug, Bob and Jim nibbling, gnawing and tearing at her swollen pussy-lips like wolves fighting for a piece of meat.

As she climbed into the car, Joanne wondered where all this hot mushy feeling in her cunt would end.

"Ohhhhh!" Joanne moaned as she threw open the front door to her home and dropped the sack of groceries onto the chair near the couch. For four hours she'd tried to forget about clicks. And for four hours, all she noticed were men's crotches. At the grocery store two fat old men had tried to slide their hands across her ass as she was bending down to get some frozen vegetables buried in a freezer. The butcher tried to get her in the locker, offering her some choice "meats" that weren't out for public display. Even, man in the store seemed to guess that she was a woman with an unsatisfied pussy. And every man was offering his cock as a chance for her to finally scratch that irritating yet lovely itch in her cunt.

Then Joanne had parked the groceries in the store's meat cooler and decided to see a movie. Of course, she by-passed all the Walt Disney flicks and managed to sneak into a Pussycat Theater on Santa Monica Boulevard. Joanne managed to slip into a seat without attracting any attention. After focusing her eyes on the screen, she understood why no one saw hen The movie opened with a shot of a blonde sitting at a desk and typing some kind of manuscript. As the camera peeped in over her right shoulder, Joanne could see what kind of manuscript the girl was working on. It was a porno story, and the section of the chapter dealt with two men fucking a woman at the same time. The girl would type a few sentences, then stop and reach under the desk, obviously fingering herself to get a little relief before getting back to her manuscript.

Then she suddenly pushed the typewriter away from her in obvious irritation. She wore a white dress that barely covered the tops of her thighs. Joanne could see the girl's nipples poking desperately at the clinging material. As the girl reached under her dress, Joanne did the same, feeling the fire in her snatch as intensely as the girl on the screen obviously did.

Then the camera angle changed and focused on the big dark spot between her widely spread legs. Wisps of dark hair hung out of either side of her panty crotch. The girl was moving her hands slowly until she was rubbing her pussy through her panties. Joanne felt her breath getting shorter and shorter as she watched a small dark spot appear on the girl's panties, then spread until the entire crotch piece was soaked through with hot pussy-juice. This was no acting. The girl was working herself up on camera for the whole world to see.