M Jacobs: Mom_s naughty urge

Jessica waited until Dale's car was out of sight and turned away from her front door. She had to take a long walk, had to have time to herself to think over the confusion of feelings that swirled about inside her. She walked for what seemed like hours, trying to reconcile her naked desire for her three boys with her duty as a mother. Something told her that it was only a matter of time before she took the first fateful step toward the relationship with her children that she both feared and longed for.

By the time Jessica got home it was quite late. She had lost track of time completely. She could tell from the silence that her sons were upstairs in bed. From the clutter of glazes and the remains of snacks on the coffee table she gathered that they had taken advantage of her unexpected long absence to watch the late show and fill their bellies with junk food. She cleaned up their mess and sat down in a comfortable chair, tossing her head back and letting her long silky hair cascade over her shoulders. She closed her eyes and relaxed for the first time that day.

Jessica was incredibly horny. Strangely enough the memory of her ordeal in the woods with the bikers always made her cunt steam. Dale had stimulated her too. She could still feel his eager hand moving up under her dress toward the warm nest of her cunt. Her thoughts of Rob, Jon and Bob hadn't helped her cool down either. She desperately needed a cock in her cunt, or at least a pair of eager male lips and, a long wet tongue lapping at the rosy gash of her hot pussy.

Not having a man to give her what she needed forced her to make do the best she could. She felt her hand drawn between her legs as if to a magnet. She ran her hand down over her dress, smoothing the material along the perfect curve of her thigh. The warmth in her loins continued to grow, spreading all over her lovely body.

She sneaked her hand up along her naked thigh under her dress, looking down at her leg as it came into view. Her cunt was moist with desire, moist and twitching with unfulfilled passion.

Jessica gasped when she felt her own fingers against the damp crotch of her lacy panties. She moved, her fingers just a bit, feeling the itching and tingling in the dewy lips of her cunt. Her belly fluttered with pleasure as she stimulated her responsive pussy.

The hot-assed woman slipped her fingers down under her panties and fingered the naked flesh of her cuntlips until she could feel a fire raging between her lovely legs. She had to go upstairs to her bedroom now and play with her steaming pussy until she flashed off.

Jessica glided upstairs, listening carefully at the top of the stairs to hear whether or not her boys were asleep. Hearing no noise and seeing no light filtering under the three doors of her sons' rooms she tiptoed into her own bedroom. The horny mother slipped out of her dress and stood before her full length mirror, admiring her perfect feminine form. She still had what it took to drive a man wild. Her long hair cascaded over her delicate shoulders like a golden waterfall, framing her naked tits with shimmering smoothness. Her thighs were vibrant, her hips seductively curved, her legs long and silky. Her entire body seemed to glow with beauty.

The lovely thirty-eight-year-old woman sat on a chair before her mirror, spreading her long lithe legs and staring at the rosy cunt that opened up lewdly in the mirror. How many men and boys had been driven wild by the sight, scent, taste and feel of her cunt? How many wonderful hours had she spent using her responsive cunt to make men crazy with lust? But it was all behind her now. She was afraid to give herself to a man for fear that he would hurt her as the cruel bikers had done so long before.

Jessica knew that her three sons would never treat her unkindly. She closed her eyes and imagined her son Rob standing in the room in front of her, his blue eyes glittering. She saw him standing before her wearing only his underpants. She saw him brush the cowlick out of his eyes and look down at his feet as if he felt her eyes roving over his nearly naked body. She imagined him shuffling his feet and fidgeting with his hands the way he always did when he was on the spot.

Jessica imagined beckoning him toward her, imagined him walking nervously toward her, stopping so close that she could reach out and touch him. And touch him she did. She felt her hand reaching out and touching his chest. She felt the warmth of his body soak into her loving hand, felt his heart beating harder and harder in his chest.

The sensations that seethed, within the hot-assed mother as she imagined her hand moving over Bob's silken body were enough to make her dizzy. She burned with desire for her son, burned with incestuous lust for her son. She felt her hand moving over his strong chest and down over his hard stomach. She felt his muscles flexing nervously as her hand continued to explore his body.

Jessica could almost feel the waistband of his white briefs as, in her wild imagination, she hooked her fingers under the elastic of his garment. She stared between her son's legs at the soft bulge beneath his underpants. She could see the swelling of his cock and balls. Jessica longed to see her son's sexual equipment, longed to see how well her boy had developed since the last time she gazed at his cock and balls.

Jessica abandoned herself completely to her wild imagination, diddling her seething cunt while visions of her and her son danced through her mind. She burned inside when she saw herself drawing her son's underpants down inch by inch, staring between his legs as more and more of his groin came into view.

She felt her body shudder when she saw the slight growth of brown fuzz below his belly. She saw her son squirm slightly as she drew his underwear down until she could see the soft prick that dangled between his legs. She pulled his underpants down all the way and let them fall around his ankles, staring hungrily at his naked dick and balls.

"Mom, what are you doin'?" she heard him ask in the daydream world of her hot imagination.

"I'm going to do wonderful things to you, Rob darling," she said, reaching out and daring to touch the prick that hung between his tense legs.

"Mom!" Rob gasped when he felt her fingers on his dick. "Are… you… you really gonna touch me there?"

"Ill do more than touch you, darling," she heard herself say in a voice dripping with lust.

Jessica held her son's cock in her loving hand, moving it gently and watching Rob's amazed expression as his cock started to lengthen and swell in her hand. She reached out with her other hand and cradled his balls, squeezing them gently while she fondled his dick. She saw every muscle in his fine body tighten as she excited his dick and balls.

"Gosh, Mom! It's gettin' bigger!" she heard him gasp as he stared down at his hardening dick.

"Yes it is, darling. It's getting hard and long and thick, just the way I like it. Does it feel good, Rob?" she asked in her dream, her cunt tingling and twitching with the sensations of lust.

"It sure does feel good, Mom! Wow!"

"Let me rub it for you, son," she breathed, holding his rock-hard prick with the fingers of one silken hand and rubbing the naked head of his swollen organ with the palm of the other hand.

Jessica saw Rob grow suddenly tense. He stood on his tiptoes and sucked in his breath as if the sensation she inspired in his dick and balls was too much for him to stand. She continued to rub gently, making him gasp with each stroke of her palm over the head of his hard rod.

"Do you like that too, Rob?" she asked sweetly.

"Oh yeah! Yeah!" he rasped.

"I'm sure you'll like this too, Rob," she smiled, wrapping her long silky fingers around the shaft of his cock and jerking him off ever so slowly, making his cock and nuts ache with excitement.