Tom Allison - Two mothers in heat

Thirty-four-year-old Robyn Harmon soaked peacefully in the bathtub, her long, brown hair lying wet across her delicately caned shoulders, her gorgeously stacked body glistening under the water. It was nearly ten o'clock now, and she needed to relax after her long day at the clothing store.

But Robyn didn't feel reined. She wiggled her ass restlessly as she lay in the water, blushing slightly with embarrassment as she felt the hot need pulsing through her curt. Robyn didn't believe in sex outside of marriage, and it had been almost a year since she'd divorced her ex-husband. But there was no denying the way her pussy felt, tingling and burning with lust.

"Damn it," Robyn sighed.

Her huge tits jiggled as she pushed her hand between her legs, anxiously feeling the lust swollen lips of her cunt. Robyn always felt ashamed of herself after she jacked off, but the need was really bad tonight. Robyn wondered if she'd be able to get to sleep without finger-fucking her pussy several times in a row.

Five feet, six inches tall in her stocking feet, Robyn had always been an exceptionally beautiful woman. For as long as she could remember men had constantly been after her for sex. Her long, straight brown hair fell in gentle waves to her shoulders, framing a movie star's face. But as pretty as her face was, Robyn knew that wasn't why men wanted to fuck her so much. It was because of her body.

Ever since she'd reached puberty, Robyn Harmon had known she would grow up to be unusually well-endowed. Her parents and other adults had commented on her development, and physical education teachers had frequently excused her from dressing down in their classes. Her body was so voluptuous that they were afraid even other girls would be distracted by it.

Robyn had a delicately sculptured frame, and the naturally tawny, olive, unblemished skin of a California beach bunny. Her legs were long, slender and perfectly formed, and there wasn't a trace of fat on her abdomen or full, rounded, magnificently packed ass. If it hadn't been for the size of her tits, Robyn could have been an extremely successful model. But there weren't many modeling positions for girls with tits as big as hers.

When the boys and some of her teachers in school had really started ogling her, Robyn had often been embarrassed by the size of her tits. Her tits measured thirty-six inches around, because of her slender body, but she could barely stuff them into a double D-cup bra. That meant that her tits were huge, and even at age thirty-four they'd remained perfectly firm.

The oversized melons jiggled seductively in any kind of top she wore, and the fat, deep crimson nipples protruded through the most restrictive brassieres. Robyn wished that she didn't have such big nipples because the rubbery tips swelled nearly an inch long when she was excited.

Robyn wished that she hadn't been born with such a voluptuous body, that she didn't have to constantly put up with strange men whistling and making obscene comments to her on the street. Sometimes she even wished she looked older than her years, but at thirty-four she could still pass for twenty-five. Every man on earth seemed to want to fuck her, Robyn thought miserably. In fact, it was beginning to look like her own teenaged son was no exception.

Robyn sighed unhappily at the thought, sinking deeper into the bath water. Then she winced and reached for her ankle, rubbing it tenderly. She'd sprained it slightly that day at the clothing store, where she worked part-time as an assistant manager. It wasn't hurt badly, but it was still hard to support her weight on it.

Robyn's son Bill was growing up quickly. He still looked like a kid to her, with his slim body and boyishly handsome face and unruly, wavy brown hair. Hut his appearance wasn't keeping him from having an adult's thoughts about his mother's body.

Bill had started acting different towards her ever since the divorce a year ago, and there was no longer any point in pretending that he wasn't interested in her sexually. Robyn had lost track of the number of times she had had to disengage herself from a too affectionate embrace, awkwardly pulling her son's hands from her ass cheeks, and even from squeezing her big tits.

In the past month, her boy's lewd embraces had become a lot more frequent. A week ago Robyn had even had to slap him when he'd tried to put his tongue in her mouth while they were kissing! And he actually ground an obviously stiff cock onto her pussy mound through her clothes.

She'd reminded Bill then that she was his mother and that it was time for him to get a girlfriend. But Bill had just laughed at her.

"How can I look for a girlfriend, Mom?" he'd asked. "Where am I going to find a chick half as foxy as you?"

And then he'd tried to kiss her again, and Robyn had been forced to retreat to her bedroom. Late that night she'd passed his room, and it had been easy to hear him groaning as he jacked off his stiff prick in the darkness.

"Damn it," Robyn repeated. She draped her good leg over the side of the tub, sighing with pleasure and shame as she brushed her fingers up and down her curly haired pussy. "Damn it all, why do I have to be so horny?"

But blaming herself did nothing to get rid of her lust. Within another minute, the sex starved mother was playing with her pussy, and the bath water rippled as she pumped her fingers steadily in and out of her tight, slippery cunt.

Then, suddenly the bathroom door opened. Robyn gasped and withdrew her fingers. It was her son!

"B-Bill!" Robyn stammered, blushing brightly. "What're you doing in here? How dare you come into the bathroom without knocking!"

"Sorry, Mom," Bill said lightly. He was wearing a bathrobe and Robyn could see his cock bulging under its halves. "I just wanted take a bath too."

But the grin on his face as he advanced toward the tub told his mother that a bath wasn't what he wanted at all. All at once Robyn realized how clearly he could see her lush nakedness. She gasped and tried to cover herself but it was no use. Her teenager had a clear view of her big, cherry-capped tits and hairy pussy beneath the water.

"Bill, get out of here!" Robyn cried. She wanted to get up and reach for a towel, but then she remembered her sore ankle. "How dare you! Get out of this bathroom this instant!"

"I already told you, Mom," Bill whispered. "I want to take a bath."

Standing above her, her son shrugged the robe to the floor. Under, it he was naked and Robyn's eyes widened as she stared helplessly up at his cock, stiff and throbbing. She'd felt his prick pressing onto her pussy when he'd embraced her, but she'd never dreamed that such a mere boy could have such an oversized cock!

It was enormous, even bigger than her husband's. The meaty, blood-swollen trunk stood a full eight inches out of his hairy nut sac, and the knob was fat and bulbous. Bill's prick was as hard as steel, one of the hardest cocks Robyn had ever seen in her life. The massive length of it throbbed and twitched above her and Robyn could see the thick vein seaming the underside, as well as the pearly drops of pre-cum glistening on the cum slit.

"B-Bill, put your robe back on! What in the world has gotten into…"

"I want to take a bath, Mom!"

Then Bill climbed into the tub with her. Robyn shrieked and tried to cover herself, but a quick flash of pain shot through her lower leg.

"Boy, that water feels good," Bill said.

But he made no move to wash himself. Instead he brazenly sprawled on top of her. Robyn squealed helplessly as her son pushed her hands out of the way and cupped a big, juicy tit. He hefted the spongy globe, squeezing and kneading it, sending thrills of involuntary pleasure pulsing into her loins. Then Bill sucked in the goose-bumped, silver-dollar sized cap of her tit.