Donna Allen: See mom suck

She let the towel drop. She sat in front of the vanity mirror naked to the waist. She felt a rush in her belly as she looked at herself in the mirror. She wondered what Ryan thought of her body. Did he like her tits? Lifting a bottle of skin lotion, she squeezed some of it onto her palm and started creaming her tits with her hand.

The most amazing thing was the excitement she felt. The most thrilling thing was that it was Ryan who was looking at her. She played with her tits deliberately, held one up while she rubbed lotion into the nipple, then dropped it and lifted the other tit to do the same. She cupped both tits with her hands and lifted them from underneath as she watched herself in the mirror.

She knew he wasn't a virgin. Ryan had seen and touched girls before. Maybe not women, but certainly girls. They joked together about it sometimes. His hot dates. He was popular with girls. He had his own car and he had all the girls he wanted.

She thought of him with one of those teenaged girls that were always after him. They came to the house sometimes. Last year had been a good year for Ryan on the football team. He was such a nice kid. The attention embarrassed him and the girls loved him for it.

Or more likely they loved him for what he had between his legs. Jennifer had noticed. She couldn't help noticing what was there when he walked around the house in his jockey shorts with his cock and balls clearly outlined by the cotton. The package. He was hung. Sometimes she wanted to grab it, close her hand over that big bulge and squeeze. He had big nuts and a big thick cock and her pussy quivered as she thought about how everything would look when he was naked.

She was hot now. She could feel it in her tits. She pulled the towel free of her body and tossed it onto a nearby chair. Then she rose up and planted one foot on the bench in front of her dressing table. She squeezed more lotion out of the bottle and started creaming her legs. She was almost facing him directly and she knew he could see her cunt.

Her throbbing pussy. The inside was fluttering again. She was so hot now. She could feel the pounding of her heart. She felt his eyes on her. She creamed the insides of her thighs and briefly touched her cunt-lips. She wanted to open it for him, but she didn't dare. Not yet. Maybe later she would do it, but now now.

She tried to picture him in the closet. Was he jerking off? Did he have his cock in his hand as he watched her? She bit her lower lip as she thought of him pumping that lovely big prick he had. She wanted to look at him. She knew where the peephole was and she wanted to look directly at it. But of course she didn't, she was too afraid. Come on, she thought, don't go crazy or he'll guess that you know.

She adored big cocks. She liked looking at them and holding them and sucking them and fucking them. Any woman who preferred an ordinary cock to a big cock was crazy. She wondered how much Ryan actually had. She could tell he was big by the bulge in his shorts, but she could only guess at what his cock was like when it was hard. It seemed so ridiculous that her own son was almost a grown man with a big throbbing cock.

She still thought of herself as a young woman. Young she was, but she had a son, with all the equipment. Her mouth watered as she thought about what he had. He was circumcised. She hadn't thought much about it when it was done all those years ago but now she was glad. The knob of a cock was usually fatter when the dick was circumcised. And the fat ones were a delight to suck. She loved sucking a fat juicy cock.

She liked the power she had over a man when she sucked him, but she also liked the feet of a cock in her mouth. Did Ryan get blown by his girlfriends? Yes, of course he did, the kids all sucked and fucked just as they had when she was Ryan's age. All those cocks she had milked and sucked in high school. She'd had a dozen boyfriends and she guessed the last two years in high school she had swallowed a dozen gallons of jism.

She was through doing her legs and thighs now. She tried not to think about Ryan. She poured some lotion onto her fingers and she stood in front of the mirror and boldy caressed her pussy. Let him look. It turned her on. There was nothing more exciting than jerking off for a man and now she was doing it for her son. Let him see how hot she was. She moved her legs apart, slipped the tips of three fingers inside her cunt-hole and used her thumb to rub her clit.

She did it that way awhile, standing, watching herself in the mirror as she jerked off, and then she moved away from the dressing table and stretched out on the bed. Her cunt was aflame now and she had to finish it. She hoped Ryan would come with her. She was giving him a show that would drive most men crazy and she hoped it drove Ryan crazy also.

Her knees raised, her legs wide open, she covered her eyes with her arm and fingerfucked her cunt with her right hand. Fingers inside and her thumb on her clit, her hand rapidly jerking back and forth.

She wanted to fuck him. Yes, she did. Now finally she admitted to herself that she was dying to fuck Ryan. Now the idea was conscious and she could deal with it and accept it. She wanted to suck his cock and then have it in her cunt and fuck him.

My own son, she thought. Oh dear God, she was coming. The juice poured out of her cunt, her fingers making slurping noises as they fucked her pussy. She hoped he was coming, too. She hoped he was shooting off. She cried out as she thought of his jism spurting out of his big cock.

Then it was over and the desperation set in with a heavy thud in her stomach. She groaned, pulled the sheet over her body and turned her back to the peephole.

During the next few days, Jennifer thought about nothing except Ryan and what she had done. At odd moments she found it difficult to believe that she had actually revealed herself to him like that. When they spoke to each other in the morning or at dinner, the talk was ordinary and she could see nothing new in his eyes. Had he really watched her? She knew he had. That was the one certainty. Ryan had been at the peephole and he had watched everything.

She thought about fucking him now. She had fantasies, about Ryan and about other teenaged boys. What would it be like to fuck a boy that age? Was she brave enough? She told herself she had to be brave, she had to find out. Maybe if she found out, the obsession would go away and she'd have some peace.

But where would she find anyone like that? She staffed looking at boys Ryan's age. She began considering possibilities. She knew that some women would rather fuck boys then men. There had to be a way to get to know a boy that age.

One day she was in a local supermarket after work and she saw the boy she wanted. He stood at the end of the checkout counter packing groceries for the people that came through. Jennifer flirted with him while the girl at the register rang up her groceries. Jennifer learned the boy's name was Mario and she was pleased at the ease with which he flirted back. He was no dummy.

He was solidly built and his sexy eyes told her he'd had experience with women. When the packing was finished, she asked if he could take the stuff out to the car for her. He smiled and said that was his job, the muscles in his brawny arms flexing as he loaded the bags into a cart.

After that it was easy. When she had him out at the car, she flirted with him again, told him now strong he looked and complimented his physique. When he said he did lots of exercise, Jennifer smiled. "Do you swim?"

The boy nodded. "Sure I swim."

"I like to swim in the afternoon at the Breakers Motel. Why don't you came down there and join me?"

He looked her up and down and smiled quietly. "Okay, you've got a date. I'll be out of here in an hour."