Kevin Sellers: Widespread widow

Peggy turned from her sprawled position on the couch, where she was watching television, to smile at her mother. "Hi, Mom. Wow, you sure look like you've had a hard day!"

"Urn, I have." Laura smiled back. "Where's your brother?"

"Oh, he's up in his room reading."

"That's nice. Did you two have a nice day?"

Peggy shrugged, hoping her mom didn't catch the faint glimmer in her eyes. "It was all right. We didn't really do much, though. Just the usual stuff."

"That's nice." Laura crossed the room, pausing just long enough to give her daughter a peck on top of her head before making toward the stairs. "You don't mind if dinner's a few minutes late, do you? If I don't get out of these sticky things and into a nice tub of water soon, I'm going to die!"

"No, that's all right. We had a late lunch, anyway."

"Thank you, dear. I won't be long."

She hurried up the stairs, intent on following through with her statement. At Jeff's closed bedroom door, she hesitated, then decided not to disturb him and went to her own room, instead.

Once there, with the door securely shut behind her, Laura quickly shed her modest dress. Then, striding for the open window to catch a waft of cooling afternoon breeze, she unhooked her bra and peeled that away, too.

It came off damp with perspiration, and her tits bobbed free.

Laura paused before the window a moment, her fear of being observed by a peering neighbor overwhelmed by the relaxing breeze. It rippled across her big sweaty tits, making her nipples tighten and expand with a tingling sensation.

When she at last turned away, she caught her reflection in the full-length bedroom mirror.

Laura had a voluptuous body, and she took that moment to admire it. Her tits jutted out just as ripe and unsagging as they had been when she was a teenager. She had unusually large nipples, the areolas big enough to make a snug fit in an open mouth and such a dark pink that they were almost brawn. Her tit tips quivered out a full inch, and instinctively, she reached up to tweak them.

"Ahhh!"

She groaned, catching each dark, rigid nipple between her thumbs and forefingers and pinching them with rhythmic little squeezes that had her cunt aching all over again.

Suddenly, Laura knew what she needed even worse than a bath. In one deft motion, she reached down and pulled her panties off. They came away wet and clinging, especially at the crotch. Shoving the silky material along her smooth legs, she stepped out of them and gazed at herself once more, now totally nude.

Her pussy was matted with fuck juice. Its abundantly thick, almost-black curls wound into wet tangles, glistening with the dew of horniness.

She couldn't stand it another moment. It wasn't fair for a vivacious woman in her mid-thirties to go so long without a man's cock. It just wasn't healthy!

With that thought urging her on, Laura slipped her hands down into her rich thick sponge of cunt fur, gliding her fingers into the glossy mound of her cunt bush and peeling it back to expose her drenched pussy.

"Umm," she purred, more turned on than ever by the sight of her own sopping cunt. Its thick lips puffed and flared out, displaying the slick inner pinkness that was her pussy slot. Jutting out, her clit quivered from its fleshy hood as if inviting her touch.

She accepted that invitation gladly. Her fingers dipped into her moist pink cunt crease, sliding over her taut clit and sending shivers of pleasure surging through her.

"Oh… oh God, that feels good!"

Her voice came out in a husky groan as she stroked her cream-bloated pussy, working it into a lather.

Suddenly, she couldn't stand the torture another moment. Moving hastily to the big double bed, she sprawled out on it with her legs flung apart and jabbed two fingers straight up her sloshing cunthole.

"Ahhh!"

That was all it took for her inhibitions to melt away. Her slickened fingers began to move in and out, slowly at first, then with growing friction.

"Ohhh! Oh my God, yes!" she whimpered, mashing the heel of her hand hard against her cunt as her fingers glided wetly back and forth between her fat pouting cuntlips, prying them apart and shoving in voraciously. "That's so fucking good – aaah!"

Her hips wrenched up, bucking in spasms as she finger fucked herself to oblivion. Laura didn't often allow herself the luxury of jacking off, but when she did, it was always much needed and wonderful. She arched like a bow, one hand kneading and rubbing her spike nippled tits and that other crammed greedily against her cunt.

"Annnh!"

Release came pouring through her, flooding in torrents over her juice-streaked fingers as she pumped them frantically to soak up every blast. Hunching up to her massaging palm, she climaxed furiously.

At last, gasping and temporarily satisfied, she slumped back on the bed in a blissful heap. Her fingers rippled a bit more in her cunt to eke every bit of pleasure from it, then slipped slurpily out.

"Ahh, so good." Laura groaned, the edge of her horniness now dulled.

Then, relaxed and looking forward to her bath more than ever, she rose and slipped into the rumpled nightgown lying on her bed from the night before.

It was as she crossed the hall toward the bathroom that she decided she'd better look in on Jeff and say hello, after all.

His door was still shut, and Laura knocked lightly before she opened it. "Darling, are you busy? I'm not interrupting, am I?"

She peeked in just as Jeff's head jerked up from the book he was reading. "Huh? Oh, hi, Mom. I'm not doing anything. Come on in."

He lay prone on his bed, his head propped on a bunched pillow and his mouth widening into a welcoming grin as Laura entered and swept toward him.

Jeff's jaw dropped. He got one good look at his mom's sexy figure in her sheer nightgown, and that made him forget all about the book that dropped from his hands.

Without thinking, Laura had slipped into the sheerest nightgown she owned, the one she'd worn the previous night to keep cool in. The blue see-through fabric flowed out around her, giving him a good view of her ample, brown-nippled tits, flared hips and black, undulating pussy fur.

Then she bent to kiss him. "What've you been up to, darling? Anything special?"

Laura leaned forward. The low cleavage of her gown dipped open, and Jeff found himself staring at her enormous, dangling tits as she pressed her full soft mouth briefly to his forehead.

She sensed his sudden excitement, and she pulled back, a little breathless frowning slightly. "Is something wrong, Jeff?"

"No, no there's nothing wrong. It's just that I'm glad you're home, that's all. It's been kind of dull around the house with just Peg."

"Oh. Well, you don't have to worry about that anymore," Laura said, pleased. "I'll see to it that you're not bored anymore."

Then she stopped, suddenly aware that Jeff's gaze was everywhere but on her face.

That was when realization struck. A fierce blush crept over her face as she saw him take in the spectacle of her nearly-nude body, trying to feast his gaze on all of her at once.

Taken by surprise, Laura felt her cunt burst into wicked steamy heat under his stare. Already horny, she creamed even harder when she saw the crotch of his jeans tent up into a tremendous bulge.

It all hit her at once a confusing turmoil of emotions that overcame her initial embarrassment. Though not quite a man yet, Jeff was close enough. And it had been so long since any man had looked at her tits like that, since any eyes had stared right into her pussy until it was a melting mush of sensation, that she couldn't help her reaction.

She tried to laugh the episode off. "Darling, I don't think you should look at your own mother quite that way, do you?"

Startled at being caught, Jeff winced with guilt and tried to hide his hard-on with his hands. "I wasn't looking at anything, honest! It's just… I can't help it, Mom! You're really beautiful!"