Donna Allen - Eager naughty mom

She let her legs fall open and lifted her shortie robe to expose her twat. Such a little thing to give me so much, trouble, she thought. Just a hairy little hole between my legs with a buzzer on the top. It rules my damn life.

She hadn't told the man from the coffee shop that she had three sons. She knew it would scare him off. She never heard from him anyway. And she didn't much care.

She thought about Jim again. She touched herself and wondered who he was sticking it to lately. When he came around, he gave the boys money and he gave Alice a fuck. Still, he was supporting them, in large part She couldn't complain too much.. Some men ran out on their obligations. Jim never had. The check came like clock-work every month. She wondered if she still loved him. She was confused and more horny than ever.

Suddenly she decided to have a drink. It was only ten in the morning and she usually waited until dinner time, but today was an exception. She was too nervous to wait. She poured herself a glass of white wine and sipped it slowly. Her fingers shook and she finished it off. Horniness makes for the shakes and drinking too early. She had no intention of becoming an alcoholic like some divorcees she knew. She put the bottle away, tightened the belt on her robe, and swept out of the kitchen.

In the bedroom she jumped into the shower and turned on the hot water. She washed quickly and wrapped herself in a thick towel to dry. The wine had reined her. She was a cheap drunk. It took very little to go straight to her head. Or more precisely-to her pussy.

She went to her closet and reached for her jeans. On second thought she pulled down a dress she hadn't worn in months. It was simple and black. The last time she'd seen Jim he told her she was getting too old to run around in jeans. Not yet thirty-nine and too old! But in her heart she knew he was right.

She slipped the dress over her head and gazed at herself in the full-length mirror. The dress fit like a second skin. It clung to' her curves and she turned to the side and admired her bust. She liked the way the fabric draped over her tits. Her prominent nipples were clearly evident, but she still looked like a lady.

Half slut and half lady, she thought with a smile. Jim was right. I look more respectable this way, even though the dress cups my ass so nicely.

She made up her face and brushed her black curls. She didn't know why she'd gotten dressed up now. She had no place to go and nothing to do. Still, she felt better just knowing she looked good. Sometimes Jim dropped in late in the morning when the boys were in school. Sometimes they fucked and sometimes he simply wanted to use the bathroom. She hoped he'd drop by now. He wouldn't be able to resist her titties in this dress. They stuck out so delectably.

She stuck her tongue out at her image in the mirror and giggled. Cupping her tits, she thought about her ex-husband. The damn cheat! she thought. I wonder if he's got another steady woman. I wonder if she's got bigger tits than mine.

She jumped when she heard the back door open. She went dashing to the stairs and called down. "Who's there?" she said, praying one of her sons wasn't sick.

It was Chuck. "I forgot my homework," he said, climbing the stairs.

"Oh." Alice stood as he brushed by her to go to his room. She followed him as he rummaged around his messy desk. "Let me help you look," she said. "What a mess. How do you ever find anything here?"

When he found his homework, his eyes crinkled up. Then he seemed to notice Alice for the first time. "Where're you going, Mom?" he said. "You look real pretty."

She tousled his hair. "Nowhere, darling. I just felt like getting dressed up."

The boy stared at her without blinking. "Boy, do you look pretty."

"Do I really?" She took his arm. He was her height and her tits were an inch from his chest. "Well, I guess I'll stay dressed when I go to work."

"Your boss ought to give you a raise just for looking so sexy," he said with a shy smile.

"Why, darling, what a lovely thing to say." She dropped her hand self-consciously and felt his eyes bore into her chest. She stepped aside and waited for him to leave the room. Instead he dropped his homework on his desktop and stood with his arms hanging at his sides.

"What are you waiting for, Chuck?" she said.

He slowly raised his arm and touched her cheek. "I don't know, Mom," he said softly. "I feel so funny."

"How funny?" she said in a quivery voice. Please, don't stop touching my cheek, she thought. Please, darling, keep touching my cheek.

"I can't explain it," he said, dropping his hand to her shoulder.

She took his other hand and held it in both of hers. "Is it something like the way you feel when you're in bed at night and no one's looking?"

He turned his bead and blushed. "Yeah, something like that."

She hesitated only a moment before wrapping her arms around his neck and giggling nervously. "Why, darling, that's just sexual excitement," she said. "There's nothing wrong with that. It's perfectly normal."

She felt rather than saw his, cock harden in his tight jeans. He smiled and began to speak, but nothing came out. He stared down at her cleavage and she moved the lower half of her body closer to his. She felt the mass between his legs against her and she knew without a doubt what they would do. What she had to do.

He put his arms around her waist and her dress hiked up to her thighs. She trembled with excitement. She felt Chuck's muscles tense up as she pushed herself against him.

She lifted her face for his kiss. He groaned as he plastered his lips to hers. He breathed heavily as she frenched him. He moved his hands from her waist to her hips and around to her ass.

She grabbed his head and held it tightly as she kissed him. She sucked his lips and drilled her tongue in and out of his mouth. She was in a frenzy of excitement, no longer mindful of the fact that Chuck was her youngest son and probably a virgin.

Grabbing one of his hands, she moved it roughly to her chest. He pawed her tits, going from one to the other and feeling them through her skin-tight dress.

"Mom!" he said in a small voice.

"What, Son?" she said, pressing her hot cheek to his.

He gulped. "I feel real funny.

"Mother will make it all better." She pulled him down to the bed and sank down next to him. She swiped the perspiration from his brow and touched his thigh. He flinched and she moved her fingers inside his legs.

Suddenly she was on her back and he was crushed against her. "I can't help it, Mom," he said, kissing her hungrily. "I just can't help it."

"I know, Son, I know," she said, delirious with lust.

His kisses were no longer gentle. She moaned with arousal as he stabbed his tongue into her mouth. His tongue felt like sandpaper against her softer one. He was strong and muscular. It would be a good fuck. A wonderful fuck.

She raked her fingernails over his upper arms, careful not to scratch him. He felt her tits with groping hands and shoved a knee between her legs.

She found her thighs being forced apart. She sighed deeply when he bent down and tongued her nipples through the fabric of her dress. She noticed for the first time the fact that his cheeks were stubbly. So hard-cocked.

There was a trace of a mustache on his upper lip. She closed her eyes when he rubbed his knee between her legs. It felt so good to be touched down there. To be touched and fondled and made love to.

Maybe that was why God had given her sons. Maybe God had known that Jim would leave her and that was. His way of taking care of her most urgent needs. She had to believe God would approve. Otherwise she'd go crazy with guilt.

They rolled around with abandon, still fully dressed. Now she was the one to bring her knee between his legs and he groaned and bit his lower lip. She removed her knee and substituted her hand. He shut his eyes and lay perfectly still while she fondled him.