Donna Allen: Mom_s horny new family

"They're still kids, Val. Go to sleep."

She fumed for a while and then masturbated until she was tired enough to sleep.

As the weeks passed, Valerie became convinced that Gloria hated her. But she placed that problem in limbo for the moment. Her own son, Danny, was giving her trouble.

The boy had been quiet ever since she and Richard had married. In the past she'd given him a lot of attention. But now that she was married and had a new husband and two new children, she had less time for the boy. And she didn't notice the change at first. When she finally became aware of it, she tried to talk to Richard about it, but he shrugged and told her to work it out by herself.

She was disappointed in him, but knew he was probably right. Danny was her son, not Richard's. And she'd have to take care of his emotional needs.

He started malingering. He'd wake up in the morning and pretend to be sick so he could stay home from school. Then he'd lay in bed all day, watching television in his room and asking Valerie to bring him his meals.

She did whatever he wanted the first few times. Then she began worrying that coddling him wasn't the answer.

One day the boy awakened, complaining of a sore throat. She felt his head. It was warm. "You stay here in bed, darling," she said. "I'll bring you some breakfast." The blanket was pushed back and one of the boy's legs stuck out. It was covered with hair. She'd never noticed that before. He was growing up. Was that his cock throbbing under the covers?

She suddenly felt warm and her heart beat faster. She went down to the kitchen and fixed him breakfast on a tray. She tried not to think about the bulge under the blanket. The mass between his legs. It was unnatural to think about her own son that way. Then she smiled and picked up the tray. Her lusty, practical nature returned and she stopped worrying about it. He's my boy, but he's still a male and he's got a cock and balls like all other males. And I have an ongoing love affair with male genitals.

When she returned to his room with the tray, he was watching an old, movie on television, but his eyes narrowed when she bent over. He stared at her cleavage and Valerie let him have a good look before straightening up.

"All right, darling," she said, kissing his forehead. "You're feeling better, aren't you. You're head's not so warm any more. How's your throat?"

"It's okay." His eyes looked over her tits to her thighs. She pulled the belt of her robe around her. "I like being home with you, Mom," he said.

She sank down on the bed next to him and took him into her arms. "I like having you home, sweetie, but you can't do this a lot. You've got to go to school. I know it hasn't been easy for you, what with all the changes around her. But it'll work out, you'll see."

She cradled him in her arms and suddenly became aware that his lips were pressed against her cleavage. She let him stay that way for another minute, partly to comfort him and partly because it felt good.

"I've got work to do, young man," she said after a while, as she rose up. "Call me if you want anything."

"Okay, Mom," he said, a sweet but sad smile on his face.

She felt guilty as she got into the shower. Guilty because she'd left him alone and because of the feelings in her own body. She stood under the hot spray and luxuriated in the warmth of it. She loved water. It was not only cleansing, but she felt she was back in a nice safe place.

She thought about Danny as she lathered her body. She concentrated on the furry patch between her legs. As she washed the petal-like folds of her cunt, she wondered how much sexual experience the boy had. If any.

At the thought of her older son, Valerie smiled to herself. As sensitive as Danny was, that was how outgoing and uncomplicated Buddy was. It was hard to believe they were brothers, they were so different.

She absently dipped her hand back and forth over her lathered pussy, stroking herself as her thoughts strayed back to Danny. How could she prove to the boy that she still loved him even though she was married again. There must be a way. And whatever it was, she'd do it. It would be worth it. Anything would. She just didn't want an unhappy, neurotic son on her hands.

She thought about Richard and the lovely fuck they'd had the night before. She closed her eyes and sighed at the memory of his thick cock imbedded deep inside her hot gash. She could almost feel it inside her now rubbing against her turgid little clit and throbbing against her cunt-walls.

Now she touched her love-button and shivered at its stiffness. She hadn't realized how excited she'd become. She knew it wasn't just thinking about Richard that had turned her on. It was being near Danny and feeling his lips on her cleavage.

She decided to bring herself off so she could face the day without the additional problem of horniness. She slowly masturbated, but Danny's face, and especially the bulge between his legs, kept distracting her.

She fantasized that he was in the shower with her, pointing his cock in her direction and begging her to suck it. She imagined that she sank to her knees, the hot water still splashing over her as she took his prick in her hand and directed the tip over her moist lower lip.

She would look up at the boy and tell him everything was okay, that he was still her favorite man. He would grin down at her, and she would heft his balls in one hand and stroke his dick until it was hard.

She rubbed her cunt in a frenzy as she imagined how it would feel to stroke her thumb over his cockhead and smear his come fluid over the swollen knob. She could almost feel herself licking up the next drop, then pursing her lips and taking his dick-head into her mouth.

She worked her fingers over her pussy, breathing rapidly as her excitement mounted. She no longer avoided thinking about Danny. She actively fantasized about all the wild things she wanted to do with the boy as she worked her fingers over her snatch.

She'd take his prick all the way into her throat. She was good at that, taking a cock into her throat and swallowing hard to put pressure on the head. At the same time she'd play with his balls, stroking the hairy eggs and caressing them with her own saliva.

She wondered if anyone had ever given Danny a blow-job. He had some girlfriends at school who appeared rather horny. Still, no one could give him the blow-job his own mother could. And why not? He was her son, after all. She'd given him life. His tiny body had wriggled out of her cunt at birth. Wasn't it fair that he wriggle back in?

"Oh, Jesus!" she whispered out loud as she pinched her clit between her fingers. "Back off, Val!"

She sat down on the floor of the bathtub and leaned back as she thrust two fingers into her twat. She threw her head back and let the water cascade over her as she imagined Danny's jism squirting into her mouth. At the last moment she'd spit his prick out and force him to stick his cock into her cunt. She'd squeeze her pussy around his dick and he'd groan as he dumped the rest of his load into her snatch.

"Mom!"

She heard the voice through the bathroom door.

She rinsed off quickly and stepped out of the shower. She grabbed a towel and wrapped it around herself as she left the steamy room and went to see what the boy wanted.

"What is it?" she said. She stood in the doorway to his room, out of breath and overwrought. She'd been about to pop off when Danny had called out.

He didn't answer at first, but his eyes widened as she gazed at her. She looked down. The towel she'd grabbed barely covered her tits and ass.

She giggled. "This is terrible," she said. "I'm practically naked."

"Gee, Mom, you're beautiful."

She knew she ought to go to her room and slip into a robe, but she didn't. Instead she walked over to the bed and sat down next to her son.