Paul Gable: Hot Mama

"Mmmmmmmmmm," Joanne moaned out involuntarily as the girl continued to rub her pussy. Gradually, she worked one finger into the leg of her panties. Joanne felt her mind spinning as she watched the girl's mouth spring open and her eyes shut tightly. Her finger-probings became wilder and wilder as she reached up and pulled down her dress. The girl's tits flopped out and revealed two long, hard spikes at each end.

As the girl kept on fingering herself up to climax, the door opened up and her "boss" stepped in. At first he seemed disgusted at what he saw. Then he watched, and slowly started massaging his own groin. When he unzipped his pants and pulled out a long, thick, knobby twelve-inch dick, Joanne realized she had to get out of the theater or start a scene of her own.

"Watch it! Hey!" a few men mumbled as Joanne stumbled down the aisle and ran out the rear door. She couldn't believe this was happening to her! Just a few days ago she was a respectable if somewhat unsatisfied housewife. Now here she was, fucking teens behind her own son's back and sneaking into porno theaters so that she could get herself off.

"Like the show, sweet tits?" a leering cashier asked as Joanne tried to sneak out of the theater lobby. Everybody seemed to have her number now.

Joanne walked around the shopping mall near the theater for several hours after that scene, flying to understand what was happening inside her mind and body. She was beginning to notice looks men gave her that had passed over her head before. If it weren't for the last shred of respectability that she still clung to, Joanne would have fallen down on her back and invited every man in the shopping mall to have at her cunt.

"Got to get relief!" Joanne mumbled to herself as she shut the door behind her and raced to the stairs. She still had some time before the guys got home. She was in no condition to meet them now at the front door, Her old friend Mr. Dildo would take care of that itch for the time being.

"Mmmmmmmm," she moaned as she tore off her blouse, skirt, bra and panties. Every movement seemed to spark off new shocks of sensual electricity in her hot pussy. As the blonde turned around to her bed, she looked into the full-length mirror on the adjoining bathroom door.

"Not bad for a thirty-nine-year old broad," she said out loud as she admired her full, ripe titties and smooth thighs. Bob was right. She did have a better shape than most women even half her age. There were no wrinkles, stretch marks, or sagging jugs on her body.

Joanne inhaled sharply. And a plastic cock was going to take care of that body now. She sighed, then rolled onto the bed, reaching under the box springs and pulling out a white, ten-inch-long vibrator.

"Mmmmmmmmmm," Joanne moaned as she turned on the button and felt the vibrations go through her fingers. Almost immediately she felt her clit pop vp and begin to vibrate in time to the dildo. Joanne lay back and spread her legs wide

"Got to get relief!" Joanne mumbled to herself as she shut the door behind her and raced to the stairs. She still had some time before the guys got home. She was in no condition to meet them now at the front door, Her old friend Mr. Dildo would take care of that itch for the time being.

"Mmmmmmmm," she moaned as she tore off her blouse, skirt, bra and panties. Every movement seemed to spark off new shocks of sensual electricity in her hot pussy. As the blonde turned around to her bed, she looked into the full-length mirror on the adjoining bathroom door.

"Not bad for a thirty-nine-year old broad," she said out loud as she admired her full, ripe titties and smooth thighs. Bob was right. She did have a better shape than most women even half her age. There were no wrinkles, stretch marks, or sagging jugs on her body.

Joanne inhaled sharply. And a plastic cock was going to take care of that body now. She sighed, then rolled onto the bed, reaching under the box springs and pulling out a white, ten-inch-long vibrator.

"Mmmmmmmmmm," Joanne moaned as she turned on the button and felt the vibrations go through her fingers. Almost immediately she felt her clit pop vp and begin to vibrate in time to the dildo. Joanne lay back and spread her legs wide apart as she moved the artificial cock up to her cunt-lips.

"Ahhhhhhhh!" she cried out, wailing the cool smooth tip of the dildo along the hairy outer edges of her furry cunt. The vibrator plowed through the thick, blonde forest of curly cunt hairs as the instrument seemed to turn her pussy into a mass of silly putty.

"Oh, Bob, Bob!" Joanne moaned as she started poking the first few inches of the plastic dick into her sucking snatch. She pictured the powerful teenager as he was last night-slightly drunk, passionate, drooling with lust as he battered her upturned twat with his twitching dick.

"Mmmmm, Doug! Doug!" Joanne moaned, realizing barely that the image of the man over her was gradually changing. Slowly, she saw that it was her son she was thinking of, crouching over her writhing body and tickling the tips of her tits with his long tongue as he whispered filthy obscenities in her ear.

"Ohhh, noooo!" Joanne cried out, trying to drive the picture out of her mind. But it kept coming back. As she dug more inches of the vibrator into her mushy box, Joanne saw her son's eyes glaze over with unutterable lust.

"Doug! Doug!" she moaned again, realizing now that it was her son she wanted. His cock was the one that could put out the fire raging in her spasming box.

"Mom!" someone somewhere seemed to answer her.

At first Joanne thought it was her own active imagination. Then gradually she realized someone was standing in the doorway to her bedroom.

"What? I- OH, MY GOD!" Joanne shrieked, pulling the dildo out of her snatch and throwing it wildly across the room. She reached down and pulled the covers tightly to her tits as her face flushed wildly red with shame.

"I-I didn't know. I mean-" Doug stammered, leaning against the doorway and staring hotly at his mother. Joanne wanted to crawl into the deepest hole she could find and pull the ground over her head. Her son had found her in the worst possible position, moaning his name over and over. There wasn't any. way she could bluff her way out of this one. Only an idiot wouldn't understand the significance of her groans.

"Doug, I can explain. I mean, I can't in a way. But you've got to realize. It's been a long time since your father's died and-well, I'm a normal woman with-" Joanne stammered.

"With abnormal needs?" Doug finished.

"Oh, God!" Joanne moaned, lowering her head and burying her face in her hands.

"Christ! That fuckin' thing's bad enough. But what were you doing calling out my name?" the teen asked, pushing himself into the bedroom.

"I-I can't explain it," Joanne moaned, wishing that her son would run out of the house. She could take him shouting out what he'd found to everyone in the neighborhood. But he was trying to understand everything. Even in this situation, Joanne could feel her snatch rumbling crazily. She didn't know if she could keep her hands off him now.

"Do-do you want me to fuck you?" Doug finally asked, sitting gently down on the bottom corner of the bed.

"What? WHAT?" Joanne cried out, hardly believing what she heard him ask.

"I said, do you want me to fuck you? I mean, if you do, I'll take care of it," Doug said simply.

"I-I don't understand. I-"

"I was almost glad when Dad died," Doug confessed after a long pause.

"Doug!" Joanne cried out, dropping the covers and revealing her big jugs.

"I was! I used to hear the two of you fucking for what seemed like hours. I wanted to be where he was, jamming his big dick into you! You don't know how I used to jack off behind the door. I used to try to time my coming with yours!"

"Jesus!" Joanne cried out again, feeling her pussy warm up like a toaster.