David Crane - Mom eyes the kids

But he could hardly get into any trouble in the woods with his boss, she figured.

In that, though, Diana was mistaken.

Because, although she didn't know it, nor did Dan – yet – Mr. Gordon had some very strange ideas on what sort of duties merited promotion.

So did Mrs. Gordon.

Diana ground her sensual lips on Dan's mouth and their tongues slid back and forth, entwining like moist serpents mating in a cavern. He held her around the ass and she arched, rolling her belly and bush against the outline of his hard-on through the heavy wool of his pants. Her nipples were getting explosive, her clit was throbbing and cunt cream was streaming down her inner thighs. His cock bucked like a bronco on her belly.

Diana knew that if she continued with this heated embrace, she was liable to cream off and Dan was quite at risk of shooting in his pants.

With a wistful sigh, she disengaged. Dan gave her a wry look and went out, walking rather awkwardly, his cock jutting out like a pole and his thighs bowed around his balls.

Diana stood in the doorway until her husband got in the car and drove off, smoke spilling from the exhaust in the crisp morning air.

It was still very early.

And that was good – because naughty Diana had a lot of things to do today.

Jimmy was still lying in bed on his back, his unmilked hard-on lifting the sheet high over his loins, when his mother walked into his room.

The boy blushed and quickly jerked his knees up to hide the incriminating condition of his prick – but it had not escaped Diana's full attention.

She walked over to the bed. Her son stared at her, unable to keep his eyes off her voluptuous body in her semi-transparent negligee, glancing furtively up and down between her swollen nipples and her bushy vee.

She was smiling mysteriously, he noticed a sort of knowing leer. Jeez! Had she seen his cock rearing up? Was she gonna give him some stupid, lecture on the evils of self-abuse? But, if that were the case, why, was she smiling?

He gaped at her in embarrassed confusion as she curled supplely on the side of his bed. She drew one knee under her, exposing her lush leg damned near to the groin, and as she leaned slightly forward, it seemed as if her heavy tits were about to spill from her bodice.

She seemed to hesitate, as if seeking words. "Have you been playing with yourself, Jimmy, dear?" she asked him, still smiling.

"Jeez! Naw, Mom!" he croaked.

Diana took the edge of the sheet and lifted it up, peering under it at his loins.

Despite the boy's shame, his willful prick refused to recede or diminish, standing in a long, thick tower above his bloated balls.

Diana gazed at his groin for long moments, her silken eyelashes fluttering over the glowing azure orbs, her lips slightly parted, the tip of her tongue gliding across. Her nostrils flared gently as she breathed in the fevered fumes of his cock and balls.

Then she looked up, giving the panicky young man a look of wry amusement.

"What a lovely prick you have, darling – it's so big and hard," she purred.

His eyes registered disbelief.

"If you don't play with it, you should," she added.

The boy couldn't believe that she had said that. It wasn't the sort of maternal advice one expected.

"Gosh, Mom – I can't help it if it gets stiff," he croaked. "I don't play with it, though."

Diana knew that had to be a lie.

But it nicely suited her designs to pretend that she took it as the truth.

"A potent young man should empty his balls off at least once a day, you know," she told him. "It's not healthy to walk around with a full set of balls."

Jimmy could only gasp. She turned her head and gazed at his hard-on again. As if her look had a tactile, caressing property, his cock hammered savagely.

"Well, Jimmy?" she said, huskily. "Will you promise Mommy you'll take the pressure off your lovely big prick with a handjob? Hummm? Will you beat your meat for Mommy?"

Jimmy's Adam's apple was running up his throat like a monkey up a tree. His lips moved but only a squawking sound came out. His voicebox was taut – and, besides, the young man couldn't imagine what to say.

She lifted her eyebrows teasingly.

"What's wrong, darling? Aren't you in the mood? Aren't you horny enough to jack off?" she purred.

The bemused youth nodded, then shook his head from side to side, sweating profusely, blushing more than ever. He wondered if so much blood might have gone into his hard-on that he had blacked out. Maybe this was only a wet dream.

"Shall I make you hotter?" Diana whispered. The depraved woman, keeping her eyes on her son's face now, judging his reactions, began to open the front of her clinging negligee. Her big tits tumbled out naked and the youth gasped and groaned.

Diana cupped the fat mounds in her hands, lifting and deepening the cleavage. Her nipples shot out like high-caliber bullets. Kneading the smooth globes, she rubbed the edges of her thumbs across the tips.

"Does this excite you, darling?" she sighed.

"M-mom!" he rasped.

His cock was starting to steam and pre-cum was dribbling from the open pisshole. What the fuck was she trying to do to him?

"Or – this?" she added.

Holding her tits up in both palms, Diana dropped her head and began to lick her nipples and tongue into her cleavage. Then she sucked a swollen pink tip into her ups and nursed on it, watching the boy from the tops of her eyes.

"Ummmm-ummmm!" she sighed.

Jimmy's jaw was dropping open like a lever, damned near hitting his breastbone.

"I'll bet you'd like to do this, wouldn't you, you naughty boy?" Diana teased him, sucking a rosy nubbin. Then she lifted her blonde head up, gazing at him speculatively.

"Horny enough, now?" she whispered.

Again, words failed him. But his horniness was more than evident as his balls ballooned and his cockshaft jolted like a shock absorber.

"Hummm? Can you get your rocks off now?" Diana insisted on knowing.

Jimmy managed to nod, realizing that it was what his mom wanted to hear, knowing that there were aspects to the situation far beyond his comprehension.

He had frequently jerked off while he imagined doing things to his mother or sister, and creamed often enough in Diana's bras and panties, but fantasy was one thing and reality was quite another, overwhelming the boy.

"Yes? Well – go ahead then," she suggested.

His eyes grew wide in astonishment.

"Jeez, Mom – I-I can't give myself a hand job while you're watching me!" he moaned.

"Oh?" She looked amused – and far more. "I thought maybe you'd like to stare at my tits while you did it, darling. Wouldn't that be exciting?"

Jimmy couldn't deny that.

"And I want to watch you do it, too," she said. "To make sure that you really do drain off your balls – and because I'll enjoy seeing you shoot, too!"

The idea thrilled the boy to the core, but he felt frozen, unable to react. He lay there as if his hard-on was nailing him to the bed, impaling him on his own prick.

"Still not excited enough, honey?" she sighed.

It was evident from her expression that Diana was enjoying herself tremendously as she taunted her son. But it was equally evident that she, too, was getting very excited. The aroma of hot cunt was permeating the bedroom.

She raised her knee, her foot on the bed, the other leg trailing to the floor. Then she drew her negligee up above her hips, parting her thighs.

Jimmy stared at her cunt.

"Look at Mommy," she purred. "Look at Mommy's creamy cunt, darling – see how juicy I am?"

Her cunt was wide open and cuntjuice and cum came pouring from her fuckhole like a fountain.

Jimmy's hand began to creep down his belly, fingers twitching, reaching for his cock in a dreamlike unreality, as if he were hypnotized or walking in his sleep.