Donna Allen - Eager naughty mom

She pushed the covers back and stretched her body. She still hadn't gotten laid in weeks. Sucking Jake's cock was wonderful, but it wasn't fucking.

She moved her hands over her crotch. Her thighs were wide-spread. She planned to spend the morning having a long session of self-love. Later maybe she'd go shopping.

She slipped a hand under her tee-shirt and felt her tits. She pinched her nipples and H remembered how Jake's hands had felt on her boobs. She glanced at the clock. It was early and she didn't have to hurry. She unzipped her jeans and slipped them down to her feet. She tugged them off and felt the wetness on her Next time I'll let him fuck me, she thought as she stroked her muff. She smiled to herself. He'd been so adorable when he'd shot off in her mouth. I'll teach him how to control himself, she thought. That's what mothers are for. To teach their children.

She pictured the boy's cock and pulled her bikinis down. She thrust a finger into her gash and churned it around. She was very wet. She'd never had any trouble in that department. She became moist the moment she became excited.

She used her free hand to toy with her tits. She left her tee-shirt on and shoved it up to her neck. Her nipples were sensitive and quickly hardened as she caressed them.

She fingered herself and wondered how Jake's cock would feel plunging into her slit. Would he be a good lover? His father was the best. That was the only thing he had a talent for. Fucking and sucking. Anything that moved that was female.

Stroking her clit, she thought about her ex-husband. She never told the boys what a shit their father was. She let them have their illusions. She no longer had hers. Still, she occasionally let Jim fuck her. Why not? It was the one thing he was good at.

Her pussy gushed juice and she felt desperate for one good orgasm. She reached into the drawer next to her, bed and brought out a cock-shaped dildo. It wasn't the real thing, but it would have to do for now.

She lay back with her legs splayed open and inserted the dildo between her cuntlips. She tossed it aside and finished undressing and then shoved the artificial cock into her hole.

It was at least eight inches long and she pushed it all the way into her pussy. She sighed deeply. It felt good to be filled up even if it was only plastic.

"Fuck me!" she hissed as she plunged the dildo in and out of her pussy with short quick jabs.

She wiggled her ass on the bed and closed her eyes. Her heart pounded. She shivered violently as she buried the dildo all the way into her gash.

She moved her free hand from her tits to her clit and moaned deep in her throat. She wished she had a third hand. But she was soon panting through an orgasm. It worked every time.

"Fuck me, Son!" she cried. "Fuck me!"

She pretended it was Jake's cock whipping into her cunt. She thrashed her legs around wildly as she approached her second orgasm. She came easily after the first one. She certainly wasn't a frigid woman.

"Give it to me!" she hissed, ramming the artificial cock into her slit. "Damn you, Jim, give it to me, not some tramp from the streets!"

She remembered how she'd caught her ex-husband in bed with another woman. They'd only been married a year, but already Jake had been born and there was no way she could leave Jim. In any event, she loved him in those years despite his increasingly frequent infidelities.

Now she worked the dildo so high up inside her body that she thought she lost it. It slipped out of her fingers, but she expelled it again and slammed it back into her depths.

She found a rhythm and plunged it in quickly only to bring it out slowly. She directed the shaft over her clit. The plastic shaft was ridged, just like a flesh and blood cock. The only thing it didn't do was come. More's the pity, she thought.

"Oh, fuck!" she cried when she came again. This climax took her by surprise and waves of pleasure coursed hotly through her.

She tossed her head from side to side and fondled her tits with moisture from her pussy. One of these days she'd have to buy a new mattress. This one creaked incessantly.

She tried to coax another climax out of her cunt, but it wouldn't come. My come won't come, she giggled to herself. "I want more cock!" she said out loud. No one answered. It was tough to be a woman alone.

She rolled onto her side and thrust a finger into her asshole while she drilled the dildo back into her gash. She didn't have a free hand to squeeze her tits, but this would have to do. She loved having a finger in her bung. She preferred a cock, but fingers were okay in a pinch.

Rocking and swaying as she fingered her asshole and fucked her cunt with the dildo, she shook her ass and forced another come. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she panted for breath. God, she loved sex! How she missed regular fucking!

She tossed the dildo to the side of the bed and reached for the covers. She pulled them up to her chin and rested. Even after all those orgasms she was still horny. It wasn't fair; She was a hot-blooded woman. She needed more than a weekly jerk-off.

She thought about her sister, Tania. Tania was divorced too, but she didn't miss having a man around the house. She had one son, Brad, the same age as Jake. Brad was a nice quiet boy, a studious boy. Alice felt sorry for him.

Tania was such a square.

Sisters, she thought. She and Tania were close because they were born into the same family. But they didn't see life the same way. Tania was a year older, but she was very prim and proper. Alice could understand why her husband left her. Tania thought a cock was for peeing.

At least my house is lively with my three boys, Alice thought as she counted the spots on the ceiling. Tania's house is so damn quiet, it'd drive me crazy.

She wandered if Brad was a virgin. With Tania for a mother he'd probably stay cherry until he got married. If he ever got married. Alice worried about him. Maybe he should spend more time with her brood. They'd teach him what it meant to be a real boy.

Glancing at the clock on the dresser, she pushed the covers back and climbed off the bed. She ran a shower and washed quickly. She soaked her curly black hair and let it dry naturally around her face. Thank God it was finally in style. For so long straight hair had been the in-thing.

She dressed in her usual garb. Jeans and a tee-shirt. She couldn't afford much more. She gazed into the mirror as she made up her face. Am I getting too old to run around like this? she thought.

She grabbed her purse and a sweater and ran downstairs. When she walked into the kitchen, she was surprised to find Jake. "When did you walk in?" she said.

"A few minutes ago."

She put her hands on her hips. "Why?"

He averted his eyes. "I wasn't feeling too good."

She put her hand on his shoulder. "You were feeling okay this morning, Jake."

He flushed. "Yeah."

She left her hand on his shoulder and thought quickly. He had almost certainly come back to be alone with her. She didn't know how to handle it. She wanted him. Wanted him badly. Did she dare to consummate what they already started? Did she dare to do the unthinkable?

Five minutes later they were stretched out on her bed. Both were fully dressed and Jake had just soiled his jeans. She had barely touched him and he'd come.

Now as quietly as possible, she took her clothes off and lay down next to the humiliated boy. "Now we'll make love," she said, taking his hand and placing it on one of her tits.

Jake kept his eyes shut tight, but he squeezed his mother's boob and stiffened her nipple. A lock of hair fell over his eye and she brushed it aside. She felt tenderness for him and something else. A strange desire to teach him about life and love.

"Now lick it, darling," she said, guiding the boy's mouth down over the colored portion of her tit.