Paul Gable - Mom comes again!

She could feel his cock pressing up against her cunt, the liquid fire burning in her pussy, making her clit shiver with excitement, then curl back.

Betty draped her long silky white legs over her son's body, hugging his thighs with her knees while she felt his cock entering her. It was more than she could have ever hoped for in her life. His fingers were pinching her nipples, rolling them like peas while his prick stretched her pussy, the fat double-lobed head scratching all the itching nerve endings aching to be touched.

Inching her knees back, Betty rolled her head against the crushed pillow behind her, her body penetrated by her son's cock, her back arching while more and more of his cockmeat fucked into her wet, winking cunt.

"No!"

Betty Harrington awoke with a start, sitting up in her bed, drenched with sweat. She could feel her heart beating so rapidly that the blonde woman thought she would surely have a heart attack. Betty put her fingers against her burning cheeks, panting as if she were a dog. What a terrible, horrible dream! What on earth had she been thinking of before going to sleep?

Betty covered her mouth with both hands, closing her eyes and trying to make that terrible feeling between her legs go away. But it wouldn't. Her pussy was swollen open, the hairs damp with thick running cuntjuice while her nipples were sensitive and sore from arousal. Licking her lips, Betty shrugged her head into her shoulders, looking around her nervously as if there were someone in her large bedroom who had been watching her all along. No. She was alone in her shame.

"Brian!"

Betty whispered her son's name and felt a shiver of wicked delight ripple down her spine and make her cunt snap shut on thin air. She rolled on her side, slowly sinking back down on the bed.

Betty groaned, feeling the slippery slide of her walls against one another. Oh God! Would this feeling never go away? How was she supposed to sleep? How could she even face her handsome son after having had such a vivid dream?

"Drink! Need a drink!" Betty whispered to herself, sliding her long legs over the side of the bed. Grabbing her robe from the chair, Betty cracked open the door. Brian wasn't there. Neither was her daughter, Kathy. Clutching at her robe, Betty tiptoed down the carpeted hall, pausing far just a second at the top of the landing when she noticed a dim light fanning out from under the study door.

"What on earth?"

Betty paused for a moment, about so turn back and wake her son. Then she remembered that he had invited one of his friends home from college. Betty was about to go back and try to get more sleep when the door opened and Justin Wesley stepped into the hall.

"Oh, Mrs. Harrington, are you still up?" he asked.

Betty clutched at her robe, feeling terribly undressed in front of this stranger, even though her son apparently found him to be a good friend.

"I-I couldn't sleep," she said, hesitating still.

"Well, I was watching TV with Brian. But he got bored real fast."

"Well, I-I came down for a little something to drink to soothe my nerves."

Betty smiled, shrugging off her nervousness. After all, Justin was Brian's best, friend and seemed to be a nice boy. Betty gripped the handrail and walked quickly down the stairs, feeling still the sexy rubbing of her cunt walls against one another. She wished he wouldn't stare at her as if he could see right through her robe. Her nipples were still stiff and tender, rubbing itchily against the light-blue nylon material.

Justin backed into the room, moving to the television and switching channels while Betty walked to the bar and poured herself a light vodka tonic. Justin was extremely handsome, something that hadn't been lost on the lonely widow the first time she had set eyes on him three days before. Now, tilting the cool glass against her lips and feeling the burning liquid warm her belly, Betty began to realize how dangerous the little midnight drink might be. Her heart was beating again, and the hot itchiness around her cunt was growing more and more intense.

Betty leaned against the bar heavily, half watching the TV, half-watching Justin. If only he weren't looking at her in that worshipful way! It unsettled her, made her feel as if she owed him something! Betty smiled wondering if she should carry her drink back to her bedroom.

"You know, Mrs. Harrington, I think you're a beautiful woman," Justin said.

The remark caught Betty off guard. She trembled, her fingers tightening around the while a tremor shook her entire body. She smiled nervously, pushing a stray stand of blonde hair from her eyes.

"Why, thank you!"

No one had really told her anything like that since her husband had died in a car accident three years before. It flattered Betty and made her warm a little more toward the handsome, tall young man standing in front of her.

"And I think you're intelligent too. I mean," Justin said, coughing into his hand, "to raise Brian and Kathy the way you have, all alone, has got to take a lot of strength and all that." Betty nodded, feeling a rush of loneliness and despair wash over her. It had been difficult. But it was something she didn't want to think of right now. That job was over. Betty knew both her children were growing up and would be ready to leave in a few years. There was time for her now. But who was around to help her share it?

"Perhaps I'd better leave. It's getting late and…"

Betty started to walk from the room. But Justin moved away from the television, seeming to block her way. She was a little drunk, feeling the liquor burn through her belly.

"Excuse me, Justin. I'm tired – I really am," Betty said, feeling his arm brushing hers. There was an electrical current, one that made her body feel alive and terribly young for the first time in years. Betty paused, then caught herself and rushed up the stairs.

She closed the door – or thought she did shrugging off her robe and sitting on the edge of her bed. Quickly downing the rest of her drink, Betty fell back, her body more alive than it had been just after her terrible dream. The memory of the nightmare was still too vivid, too hot to ignore. For the first time in a long time, she had almost reached a climax while asleep. Betty smiled, brushing her hands under her large, firm tits. The touch gave her a chill. Her first inclination was to stop touching. What good would it do anyway? But Betty kept her hands there anyway, thumbing her nipples until they grew turgid and pushed up from the soft surrounding areola. The effect was electric.

Betty sensed the tension in her body building. She pushed her legs apart, her knees jerking up from the sheets as she felt her cuntlips itchily un-sticking. Her inner thighs alternately chilled and burned as she rolled her ass around on the mattress, wishing Justin or her son Brian were there to take care of the hot, tight feeling.

"Uhhhh-ooooooohh!"

Betty bit down hard on her lower lip, forcing herself to be silent. She didn't want the children getting up, trying to find what on earth was going on in her room. But it was hard for her to keep still, especially after having had the brief encounter with her son's handsome, muscular friend.

The tickle of her nipples had started the juices flowing from between her cuntlips. When she rubbed her thighs, the buttery cuntjuice spread more and more, leaking out to dot the blonde curls of her pussy with the moisture. Her breathing was growing shallow.

Licking her dry lips, Betty tossed her head against the pillow. Her hand, resting on her belly, was trembling, inching down until her fingers were pushing through her cunthair.

"Ohhhhh!" Betty was a dizzy and a little drunk. "Oh my God!"