Paul Gable: Hot Mama

Joanne Hill nervously looked around the crowded waiting room of the downtown Los Angeles Greyhound Bus Station to see if anyone else noticed the kissing couple in front of her.

Christ! Why don't they stop? Joanne wondered to herself as she shook her head angrily and tried to concentrate on the tiny television screen in front of her.

But it was no use. Her eyes drifted back to the high-school students. She especially paid attention to the long, thick, hard cock that strained against the guy's tight jeans. Joanne could almost feel his big hands as they crawled across the girl's tight sweater, brushing and milking her mammoth jugs. No one else in the waiting room seemed to notice what was happening.

"Ohhhh," Joanne said out loud, then looked round cautiously to see if anyone noticed her low moan of frustration. People were shuttling in and out of the big, brightly lit room so quickly that Joanne could have been fingering her snatch-lips and few would have noticed.

"Greyhound coach from San Francisco now arriving at Service Dock Four," a voice boomed out of the speaker.

Joanne felt a bolt of shock rip through her body as she heard the announcement. Her son Doug was coming home on that bus for a vacation after six months in a military school, and here she was staring at a couple necking! A mother waiting for her son wasn't supposed to be thinking of hot dicks and big, hanging balls-at least, Joanne thought that that was a little improper.

"Ohhhh," the blonde moaned softly again as she tried to get up from the white fiberglass chair. But her legs were too wobbly from the sexual lust that gripped her beating clit. Joanne sank back into the seat and watched helplessly as the couple began grinding their bodies together with increasing frenzy. Joanne watched the girl's right hand slide down the teen's belly until it stopped directly over the twitching cock-bulge straining his fly. She closed her eyes and shuddered as she thought of the hot, throbbing sensation that girl must be feeling with her fingertips now.

It was as if she were living through the dream she'd been having night after night. Joanne imagined herself with a young man. He was tall, well-built and hung like a race horse! The two of them were always in some kind of dark room so that she couldn't make out his features too well. But she could tell that he'd been wanting her for a long time. Joanne could sense that from the tender way he moved his hands over her naked, sweaty body. Every movement made her jerk and twist shamelessly on the sheets as his fingers slid closer and closer to her twitching pussy-lips. Every raw nerve-ending in her mushy box strained to meet the crawling hands.

Joanne opened her eyes and tried to shake the memory of that dream loose. But her mind stubbornly refused to change channels as she pictured her hand sliding slowly up and down the hard, heavily veined cock that jerked inches away from her parted lips Joanne knew that in a second she'd be clamping her mouth around that long dick, sucking desperately at the cum-dripping rod as the young man hammered wildly at the back of her throat with his bulbous cock-head.

Her dream was suddenly shattered as she heard the girl whine out that she was going to miss her bus. Joanne watched in amazement as the teenaged brunette pulled away from her boy friend and straightened her blouse and skirt mechanically. Joanne riveted her eyes on the big bulge between the guy's legs, unconsciously licking her lower lip. She'd miss the Second Coming in order to get her fat twat lips around that cock!

Joanne sighed in disappointment. You could be choosey about dicks when you got fucked all the time. But it was a little over six months since the blonde had felt a cock hammering away at her pussy. She remembered her husband Bill and the way he used to have her crawling the walls with sexual heat before he blasted her clit with mind-ripping satisfaction.

Those memories didn't help her now. After Bill's death in the auto accident, Joanne was too confused to do much of anything, let alone take care of a teenaged son. Bill had managed to keep a rein on him. But Joanne knew that it would almost be impossible for her to do the same.

After a lot of thought, Joanne decided that the best thing for both her and her son was a military school she'd heard about in Walnut Creek. It was about twenty miles east of San Francisco and seemed to have a good academic and disciplinary program. Joanne didn't want to pack her son away for good. She just needed a little time by herself to think out her future plans.

Surprisingly, Doug wasn't angry when his mother told him of her decision. He even seemed to look forward to getting out of the public school and heading up north on his own. Joanne remembered the day he left-the way his deep blue eyes sparkled with excitement and how the wind blew his blond hair across his ruggedly handsome face as he climbed into the bus.

"Come on! Hurry up, Renaldo," the girl snapped as she jumped to her feet and started towards one of the loading docks in the terminal.

Joanne felt the blood rush to her face as the young man flashed a quick glance at her and winked slyly. He'd known that she'd been watching them all the time! Joanne felt like some kind of bitch dog who was advertising to all men that she was in heat.

But I am! Joanne whined to herself as she staggered to her feet and wobbled toward Service Dock Four. Sexual frustration gnawed and chewed at her pussy harder and longer every passing day. Joanne used vibrators, vibra-balls and her own expert fingers to try to relieve the scratchy itch in her box. She tried everything-everything except a long, hard thick dick.

"Hey, Mom!" Joanne heard a low, thick voice call out. "Over here!"

Joanne drove all thoughts of cocks and balls out of her head for the time being She couldn't be thinking of spurting jizz while she was embracing her son. She just couldn't!

"Doug!" Joanne called back as she saw a tall, muscular blond in a blue military uniform waving wildly at her from a doorway. Joanne watched as her son threaded his way through the crushing crowd until he was wrapping his powerful arms around her and lifting her slightly off the floor.

"Ohhh, put me down!" Joanne said, trying to ignore the ticklish pussy-flutterings that were making her snatch-walls grind hungrily against each other.

"Cod, you're looking good," Doug said, pulling back slightly and looking deeply into his mother's eyes.

Get yourself together, girl, Joanne said to herself as she felt her clit slowly filling up with blood and rising up out of its hot, fleshy surroundings.

"Hey, I hope you don't mind, but I brought a couple of friends home with me," Doug said as he turned around to see if they were behind him.

"Friends?" Joanne echoed mechanically. The house would be a lot different suddenly. For six months she'd been staring at the walls, wondering what it would be like to have a man inside again. Now, she was going to have a pack of them!

"Hey, over here!" Doug cried out to two other teens dressed in the same military uniform. Joanne felt her heart pounding like a trip hammer as the two studs sauntered over to her son.

"Bob Decker, Jim Smith-this is my mom," Doug said as he put his right arm back around Joanne's slender waist and hugged her affectionately.

"Pleased to meet you, Mrs. Hill," they said as Joanne smiled at her son. She was beginning to feel the first rivulet of snatch-juice seeping out from between her fat, hot cunt-lips and trickling through her wiry blonde pussy hairs. Joanne prayed that the teens wouldn't smell her snatch-juice as they stood in the middle of the waiting area of the bus station.

"Hey, come on. Let's get on home," Doug said as he pushed her gently forward.