Donna Allen: Hot loving mom

"Shake it!" Elliot grunted.

She speared a finger into her cunthole and wiggled her butt. "Don't stop yet," she moaned. "Give me a little more time."

He ignored her pleas and began moving faster. "Thick you!" he said.

"No!" she cried, turning her head and trying to expel his cock from her asshole. "Don't go so fast!"

"I'm almost there!" he grunted. "Fuck!"

"Oh, no!"

She stopped arguing. It was no use and he would win anyway. She fell forward when he began pounding her shitter. Within a moment he came, dumping his load into her asshole and leaving her limp with frustration.

When he was through, he slumped over on his side of the bed and fell into a sound sleep. She lay there fuming and when she was sure he was asleep, she rose up from the bed and tiptoed down the hall to the bathroom, a robe tied loosely around her waist.

His jism dribbled out of her asshole and wet her thighs as she walked. She passed Jason's room and noticed the boy had forgotten to close his door. Averting her eyes, she continued on her way to the bathroom.

She sat down on the toilet and peed. She rubbed her cunt with the toilet paper and automatically tried to bring herself off, but it was no use. Her mind kept returning to Elliot's selfishness, but now she thought about something else. Her son, lying naked on his bed with the door to his room part-way open.

She had the feeling Jason left his door open deliberately. It had happened too often lately to be an accident. He had a habit of leaving a dim light on in his room too. It was a habit left over from his childhood when Elliot had scared him about goblins coming into his room at night. In any case the teenager always left a dim light on in his room and Kerry had more than once caught a glimpse of the boy masturbating.

Now she rose up from the toilet and washed her hands. She pulled the robe more tightly around her overheated body and padded down the hall back to bed.

When she passed Jason's room, she couldn't resist pausing for just a moment and peering inside. He is my son, she thought, I have a right to look in and see if he's okay.

Eighteen year old boys didn't need checking on and she knew it. But she told herself he was still her baby. And in fact he was. But lately her baby made her blood race. He was growing into quite a young man with a nice lean belly and a cute ass. And a big bulge in his crotch that was beginning to make his mother very nervous.

She pressed herself against the wall and peeked inside the room. She smiled, covering her mouth with her hand to stifle a giggle. Boys will be boys, she thought. Jason was laying in the middle of his bed jerking off. A typical teenager, she thought.

She told herself she would only watch him far a moment, but after a while she gave up the pretense. She would watch him until he was through because it was a fascinating sight to see. Here was a child who had wiggled out of her pussy years ago. And who, incidentally, had hurt her like the devil. Now he was there in bed and frigging away. Life was so crazy!

Although her initial response had been amusement and even excitement, she began to feel hornier than ever at the sight of her boy's prick. She hadn't really had a good look at his cock since he was going through puberty. He'd kicked her out of the bathroom then, telling her he was too old for her to see him naked. She'd agreed with the concept. She knew bays who were too close to their mothers ran the danger of becoming homosexual. Still, she missed their old closeness. And she loved watching him jerk off.

He had a good-sized prick too. Almost as big as his father's. There was nothing wrong with Elliot's cock. It was nice and long and thick too. The trouble was the slob didn't know how to use it and didn't want to learn.

Now she gazed at the teen. His fingers flew up and down his shaft and his nuts jiggled around on the sheet. Her mouth watered suddenly and she squeezed her thighs together. There was no doubt about it. Her own son was turning her on.

She knew then she should leave. She should go back to her own room and join Elliot in bed. But she didn't and knew she wouldn't until Jason had emptied his nuts.

Her heart pounded and she moved a hand to her cunt and rubbed it through the thin material of her robe. She parted her legs and felt a glob of juice gush out of her pussy.

Slipping her hand inside her robe, she rubbed her palm over her succulent snatch while she stared at her son. Jason grunted softly and humped his ass off the bed. She watched his balls tighten up and knew he would come momentarily.

She pulled her hand away from her cunt and closed her robe when he climaxed. Jets of jism shot into the air and she forced herself to softly pad back to the bathroom.

This time she removed her robe and rummaged around in the medicine cabinet for some lotion to use on her tits. As unsatisfactory as it was, she had to masturbate and give herself a few orgasms. There was no way she would sleep otherwise.

She placed the lotion on the sink next to the toilet and spread her legs. Then she began to masturbate with a vengeance. She poured some lotion into her hand and rubbed it over her boobs. She used light feathery strokes, handling her tits the way she wanted Elliot to handle them. The way he used to in the old days.

Kids nowadays have the right idea, she thought as she pulled on her stiffened nipples. They live together without getting married. Then if they don't treat each other right, they split. If I'd lived with Elliot for a couple of years, she thought, I'd never have married him.

Elliot's spunk still dribbled out of her asshole. She wondered if Jason knew his parents hated each other. She hoped not. It wasn't good for kids to have a cynical attitude about marriage.

Damn Elliot! she thought as she snaked a finger into her gash. If he did the job I wouldn't have to be in here jerking off. I'm a married woman, not an old-maid. At least old maids know what the score is. They know that if they want the job done they have to do it themselves. But she got married so she'd get fucked regularly. And here she was, sitting on the john and frigging herself dizzy!

Her hand ached and she forced herself to relax. When she was angry like this she couldn't come. And she had to have one little climax before she went back to bed. She'd never sleek otherwise.

Maybe she ought to find herself a boyfriend. She didn't think Elliot would care. Maybe he had a little action on the side. It was possible. Lots of married men did. At this point in her life she didn't much care. If some other woman could get him to light her fire, more power to her.

Marriage was a lousy idea anyway. It killed romance. Everyone knew it and everyone still wanted to get married. It was the security they were after, but it wasn't worth it. Still, the thought of having to go out and earn her own living sent a chill down her spine. What could she do? She'd been married since the age, of sixteen. What was she trained for, but to lay back and let some guy stick his cock in her cunt.

Now she spread her thighs wider apart and gazed down at her hairy gulch. Her clit stood up at the top of her slit like a tiny flag at attention.

Those African tribes who cut off the girls' clits had the right idea. At least then a woman didn't experience the frustration of trying to come without success. They knew what their cunts were for. In the Western world woman were fooled into thinking sex was for their benefit too. Bull shit, all of it!

Her pussy was swollen with need and she plunged a second finger into her hole. Just then she heard the knock on the door and Elliot's voice hissing that he had to pee.

"I'll be out in a minute," she whispered, flushing the toilet.

Damn, fuck and piss! she thought as she stood up and adjusted her robe. Not only does he hog the bed and leave me horny, but he's got to pee just when I'm about to get off. Son of a bitch, some days it just doesn't pay to get up!