Donna Allen: Hot loving mom

She felt herself begin to climb toward the ultimate ecstasy. She thrust herself against hi stroking prick and when she came she cried and trembled. Her cunt gripped his dick and brought him off and he grunted as he filled her snatch with his load of spunk.

It wasn't until she'd regained her senses that she realized she'd been calling out Jason's name.

Jason had been spying on his mother for years. At every opportunity, he peeked into her room when she thought he wasn't looking. He thought his mother was the most beautiful woman in the world and had had fantasies about her most of his life.

When he'd been small she'd walked around naked in front of him until his father put a stop to it. "He'll turn into a pansy," his father had warned her. "You can't walk around with your tits bouncing in the breeze. It's not right."

So when Jason turned ten his mother had started keeping herself covered in his presence. Jason never forgave his father for that.

It wasn't that he didn't love his father. He loved him all right. It was just that he adored his mother. Every time he kissed a girl he pretended it was Kerry he was kissing. He thought of her as Kerry most of the time, not as Mom or Mother. Most of his friends had motherly-looking mothers. A little plump and dowdy looking. He was the only kid around the neighborhood who had a sexy-looking mother with terrific tits and a great ass.

He used to get angry when his friends made obscene remarks about Kerry, but he was secretly flattered. He was proud of her. And wanted more than anything in the world to fuck her.

Jason was a smart boy and he knew that incest was a terrible sin. But he was also smart enough to know that although society frowned on it, people still indulged in it.

Sometimes Kerry was careless about closing the bathroom door and he would stand in the hall, pressed against the wall, and gaze inside as she stood naked before the bathroom mirror.

He especially liked when she examined her tits in the mirror. She would turn around slowly and lift her big boobs while she smiled at her image.

Once she'd seen him looking and had slammed the door shut. She'd hollered at him later, but he could tell she wasn't really mad. "Don't tell your father on me," she'd giggled. "He'll kill me."

Jason had no intention of telling Elliot anything. He thought of himself as his mother's protector. He dreamed about someday living alone with Kerry, without his father. Maybe they would even sleep in the same bed and maybe she'd let him make love to her. If his father wasn't around to stop it, maybe Jason could convince her it wasn't a sin.

Sometimes he stood in the hall outside his parents' room at night and listened to them fuck. He hated his father then. He hated him for leaving his mother frustrated and horny. And for being selfish. Whenever he heard his father grunt, he knew he was coming. Shooting his damn fuck-spit into his mother's cunt and not waiting for her to get off too.

He wouldn't do that to her. He'd be patient and fuck her slow and easy the way she sometimes begged his father to do it. And if that didn't work he'd give her a big orgasm with his lips and tongue and then they'd have a nice hard fuck. That's what he'd do if he had his way.

Lately he had the feeling his mother might be fooling around. He felt a stab of jealousy when he thought about it, but he really didn't blame her if she was. She deserved some happiness and as long as Jason was only eighteen and as long as his father was still around, he couldn't give his mother what she needed. In a way he even hoped she had a boyfriend. At least she wouldn't have to walk around horny all the time.

He lay on his bed one Saturday afternoon and thought about the time he'd seen his mother jerking off. She'd been sitting on the toilet and the bathroom door had been slightly ajar. He'd stood in the hall and watched and beat his meat while she finger-fucked her pussy.

Today, as usual his father had left the house early and would be home late. He heard his mother in her room and wondered what she was planning for the day.

He remembered suddenly that he'd told Kerry he was getting up early and going out to play ball. At this point she thought she had the house to herself.

Jason knew he should let her know he was home, but for some reason he delayed getting up from the bed. The possibility of seeing his mother naked or maybe even masturbating kept him from disclosing his presence.

He moved his hand to his prick and began pumping slowly. He thought about his mother's boobs and pretended he was sliding his dick back and forth inside the deep cleft of her cleavage.

He lay back and closed his eyes, working his lips and pretending he was sucking Kerry's tits. "Jesus Christ!" he hissed when he came, jets of jism splattering the sheets.

When the downstairs door slammed shut, Jason jumped out of bed and opened his bedroom door a crack to listen. He heard his mother laugh and then he heard the booming voice of a man in the living room. He thought the voice was familiar, but concentrated on the snatches of conversation that came from the first floor.

He quietly closed his bedroom door when he heard them walk up the stairs. His heart pounded wildly when he opened the door after a few moments and crept down the hall to his mother and father's room.

The door was open almost all the way since Kerry thought she was home alone. Jason stood in the shadows of the hall and peered into the room.

"Hmmmm, that feels nice," Kerry smiled as Lou pinched her ass.

"I've been dreaming about your butt for days."

Jason felt a wave of white-hot jealousy grip him. Lou Bradley! Why's she fooling around with a slob like Lou Bradley?

He forced himself to remain quiet and listened to his mother flirt with their neighbor.

"Are you trying to say you've been thinking about my ass ever since that day at your place?" Kerry said.

"I've given a little thought to that juicy hot cunt of yours too."

"Have you, now?" Kerry teased.

Jason held his breath as he watched his mother. Kerry was wearing a low necked sweater and a tight skirt. As a matter of fact he'd noticed she'd been wearing skirts a lot lately. Was it Lou's influence?

He felt perspiration drip down his chest and belly as he watched his mother and Lou embrace. Their lips came together and soon Kerry was gasping and sighing and plunging her tongue into Lou's mouth.

His suspicions about his mother confirmed, the teenager watched as Lou squeezed her asscheeks, lifting her skirt as he stroked her butt. Finally they broke the kiss and Lou lifted Kerry's skirt to the tops of her stockings and clutched her assflesh.

Jason noticed for the first time that his mother was wearing a garter belt. He tugged his zipper down and curled his fingers around his prick as he gazed into the room at the wanton sight. He had never seen anything so sexy in his life. A garter-belt and sheer black stockings. And no panties!

"You remembered," Lou said.

"Did you think I wouldn't," Kerry smiled.

"Did your old man see it?"

"He doesn't pay any attention to what I buy."

"If he saw you in that get-up he'd cream his jeans."

"Don't bet on it. I'm just his wife, after all."

Jason sucked in his breath as he gazed at his mother's triangle of fur. He loved the way her pussy-hair grew down her thighs and high up on her belly. He thought her curly thatch the most sexy thing he'd ever seen.

He only got turned-on by girls with dark hair and dark eyes. Girls who reminded him of Kerry. Seeing her in the garter belt and stockings almost took his breath away.

Now Kerry ran her hand over Lou's crotch and laughed. "Have you been saving this up for me?"

"How'd you like me to suck your pussy first?"

"First why don't you help me undress?"