Donna Allen: Family in bed

Since it was a warm day she decided to start drinking early. Booze always made her feel better. It wasn't yet three o'clock so she fixed herself a week Bloody Mary and took it with her when she went upstairs to read.

She lay down on the bed with a book, but quickly put it aside. She sipped her drink while indulging in her favorite pastime. Masturbating.

She loved her husband and children, but sometimes she felt so useless. Frank was a good lover and they fucked a few times a week, but even his big cock wasn't doing it for her lately. She needed something, but she didn't know what.

In her heart she knew. She needed a lover. A young lover. It wasn't easy having Steve around the house. She was glad her daughter had found such a loving husband, but she was a little envious too. They were just starting out, while at thirty-eight she was practically middle-aged.

Life is shit, she thought, digging her fingers into her cunt.

When she finished her drink, she dozed off fantasizing about her son-in-law. A half-hour later, she awakened and went downstairs to start dinner.

She wore shorts and a halter top. Nothing else. She enjoyed feeling her clothes against her naked body. She hardly ever wore underwear.

When the roast was in the oven, she mixed herself another drink and took it out to the patio. The sun was still strong so she settled down on a glider.

She felt pleasantly drunk and almost dozed off again when Billy rode up on his bike.

"What are you doing home so early?" she said.

"I had my last class. You're gonna get burned, Mom." They boy leaned his bike against a free and frowned.

She tried hiding her drink. They all thought she drank too much. It was too late. She could tell by the expression in Billy's eyes that he saw her glass. She tried changing the subject.

"We'll be eating late. Get yourself something to snack on." She loved looking at her son. He was her favorite. And he was getting so big. He was almost as tall as his father.

"I'll go in in a minute."

"The sun feels good." She yawned ant stretched her arms over her head. "If you're not hungry, stay here and talk to me. I'm feeling down."

He flopped down on a nearby glider and slipped his shoes off. "What's the matter, Mom? Need a new hairdo or something?"

She grimaced. "Do you really think I'm that frivolous?"

"Naw, I'm just kidding."

She raised one knee, forgetting her lack of panties. When she saw the teenager gazing at her legs, she quickly pushed her thighs together.

"Can you see anything?" she said.

He grinned and averted his eyes. "Hell, no." She glanced down at the tiny tendrils of cunthair escaping her shorts. "Stop looking at me like that. You're making me self-conscious."

He grinned. "Aw, Mom." Pulling his tee-shirt off, he stretched out on the glider and closed his eyes.

He's so beautiful, she thought, taking a swallow of her drink. So sexy.

"Do you think I have pretty legs?" she said, parting her thighs slightly.

The boy glanced up. "Sure. They're at least a ten."

"Do you really think so, or are you trying to make me feel good?"

He snickered. "Hey, Mom, honest." She brought her knees back and deliberately exposed herself to his eyes. Her heart pounded in her chest. Why am I doing this? she thought. Why am I practically inviting my own son to rape me?

"How many of those have you had today?" the boy said, nodding toward her drink.

"This is my first."

"Yeah?" He sounded skeptical. "Looks good. Mind if I finish it?"

"Here. I'll fix myself another." She held the glass out.

The teenager took it. He worried that his mother drank too much. He gulped the rest of it down and placed the glass on the ground.

"Do you want a fresh one too?" Della said, rising up and moving toward the house.

"Sit down, Mom. I think you've had enough."

The brunette sat down abruptly. She felt mellow, and anyway she liked the assertive tone in her son's voice.

Laying back on the glider, she let her legs fall open. If he wants to look, let him. He's old enough to know the score.

"Come sit here with me," she whispered seductively, straightening her legs out.

The boy stared at her suspiciously, rose up and joined her on her glider. She reached over and grabbed his hand.

"What are you doing?" he croaked.

She felt an urge to do something wild. She pulled him down on top of hex. "Don't tell me you don't want to kiss me!" she hissed.

He groaned when she kissed him. Lacing her fingers in his hair, she ground her lips against his.

"Jesus, Mom!"

"I need you, Billy." Forcing her tongue into his mouth, she kissed him hotly. "I need something, darling. Help me. I need something in my life."

"If you need me I'm here," the boy said softly.

"I've seen you at night when you don't know I'm looking." The words spilled out in a rush. "I've seen you jerking off. Oh, it's okay. Everyone does it. Even married people. But I've seen you do it and I know you'd rather be getting laid. You can do it to me. I need something so badly. We both do."

"You see me jerking off?"

"Yes, and I've wanted to rush in and take your cock from your hand and suck it into my mouth."

He lay down on his side next to her on the glider. She flung one leg over his hip.

"Will you let me suck your cock, Son?"

"Jesus, Mom, sure."

"Kiss me." She tongued him wildly as they embraced.

"Can we fuck too?" he said. "You bet we can."

"Maybe we ought to go in the house. Patty's coming home soon."

"Yes, in a minute." But she couldn't wait. In her drunken haze, she tugged his zipper down and french-kissed him. "Get on top of me. Put it in me. Quick."

Before the boy knew what was happening, she had him on top of her, straddling her thighs. She dug her fingers into his ass and tried forcing his prick into her cunt.

She wriggled around beneath him. "Put it in," she said.

Together they tried shoving his cock into her pussy. He was overly excited and his cock wasn't hard enough.

"Move up and let me take it in the mouth," she said. When the boy straddled her chest, she opened her jaws and took his cock into her mouth.

"Mom, someone'll see us," he said.

She didn't care. All the frustrations of her life disappeared as she munched on his prick. In moments she had him groaning.

She nuzzled her nose into his cock bush. This is what I've wanted, she thought. Determined to fuck him, she squeezed the tip of his cock to cool him down.

"Mom, we can't stay out here."

"Oh, darling, you've made my pussy like a furnace."

"You're gonna make me come."

Suddenly she didn't care. She wanted him to come in her mouth. "Next time we'll fuck," she said breathlessly. "Next time I want to feel your cock inside me, pulsing away and squirting into my guts. But now I want you to come in my mouth. Oh, baby, will you do that for Mother?"

He gazed down at her, his eyes wide and feverish. "Sure, Mom. Sure, I'll come in your mouth if you want me to."

Why didn't I think of this before? she thought as he pushed his hard cock inside her lips. Sweet Jesus, the kid's built like a horse!

When Patty passed the den, she paused and peered inside. Steve was sprawled on the sofa, surrounded by school books, but watching television. The little blonde burst into the room and deliberately stood in front of the screen.

"Hi," she said brightly. "Hi, squirt."

"What are you watching?"

"Some dumb movie."

"Where's Gloria?"

"Working late."

Patty flopped down on the sofa. "If it's dumb, why watch it?"

"Nothing else to do."

"What about your school work?"

"I've had it for tonight."

"Why not take me out for a ride then?"

"What for?" He yawned and stretched. The teenager brought her feet up on the sofa. "To clear your head."