Eros - Mothers and sons

Stepping out of the shower, Paul reached for the towel, Alison had left him and leisurely dried himself off. His clothes were in Randy's room so he wrapped the towel around his waist and opened the bathroom door. He was halfway down the hall when he heard strange moaning noises coming from the bedroom across from Randy's. `That's Mrs. Ross' room,' he thought maybe she's sick or something.'

As Paul got closer, he noticed the door was slightly ajar and peeked inside. His eyes nearly popped out of his head. Alison was stretched out naked on her bed with Randy, equally naked, between his mother's wide-stretched thighs, slamming his rock-hard cock into her bucking cunt.

"Jeeessus!", whispered Paul, under his breath. His friend was fucking

HIS mom too!

Paul stared wide-eyed as Randy continued to ram his mother's wet, clinging cunt full of hard, teenage prick. As Paul stood there, rooted to the spot, his own cock began to swell automatically at the sight, of

Randy's long glistening weapon pounding savagely into his gorgeous, naked mother. Paul had always thought Mrs Ross was one hell of a foxy lady, and now, seeing her getting fucked by her own son made his prick ache with need. He thought of his own mother and wished he was home right now, doing the same thing to her that Randy was doing to Alison. But his mother was on a guilt trip and had refused to give in to his requests that they have sex regularly. Paul watched in envy as his friend really hammered it to his sexy, willing mother.

Randy soon had his mother on the brink of orgasm. The pleasure was so intense that Alison had to cover her own mouth with her hand to stop from squealing out as she normally did. She tried desperately to keep silent as Randy pumped his cock vigorously into her spasming cunt, she didn't want Paul to hear her over the noise of the shower. It wasn't until after

Randy's cock exploded in her cunt that Alison realized she couldn't hear the shower running anymore!

"Shit!!", she gasped, scrambling off the bed. "Quick! Paul's finished his shower!"

"Fuck!", exclaimed Randy, grabbing his jeans and shirt from the foot of his mother's bed.

As the frantic pair dressed, Paul raced back to the bathroom and closed the door. He waited until he heard them pass by outside, then opened the bathroom door and went to Randy's room to dress, as if nothing had happened.

The rest of the night, Paul couldn't stop staring at Alison. The sight of her gorgeous, naked body stretched out under her son was etched into his horny young brain. His cock was in a constant state of semi-hardness just thinking about it. Alison seemed to notice it too. If he wasn't mistaken, she was stealing sly little glances at the bulge in his crotch every chance she got.

Randy suggested he and Paul get an early night since they had to make an early start the next day. Reluctantly, Paul agreed. He much preferred to stay up and talk to Randy's sexy mother, but Randy was insistent.

After almost an hour of tossing and turning, Paul was still wide awake. His mind was filled with lewd fantasies of Randy's mother. He imagined her sucking his cock, spreading those long, creamy legs wide to take his cock in her juicy cunt, and bending over to let him ram his cock up her gorgeous firm little ass. He was just about to jerk off with the frustration of it all when he heard Alison's bedroom door open and the light padding of footsteps heading down the hallway in the direction of the kitchen. Without thinking, Paul got out of bed and followed, not really knowing what he was going to say to her.

"Well, hello there, handsome," Alison said, smiling pleasantly as Paul walked into the kitchen. "I thought you'd be dead to the world by now.

Can't you sleep?"

"Oh, I guess I've got insomnia," Paul mumbled, shrugging feebly as he looked at Alison, trying desperately to think of something to say besides what was going through his mind. She sat at the kitchen table in a short terry robe, sipping a small glass of brandy. "I guess I was kinda hoping you'd have milk in the fridge. That usually helps me get to sleep."

"Why, certainly, honey. Just have a seat and I'll get you a glass."

Alison rose, glancing at Paul's crotch as she turned toward the refrigerator. The youth's prick looked semi-swollen, and it was obviously a big one. Alison had no way of knowing that Paul couldn't sleep because he was thinking about her, or that he was horny and frustrated because his mother, Monica had refused to have anything to do with him sexually since their first torrid coupling days before. All she knew was that the quick fuck with Randy earlier had not been near enough to satisfy her. In fact, it just left a wet need pulsing in her pussy. She was still very, very horny.

`No, I shouldn't!' Alison thought, hesitating as she opened the refrigerator and pulled out the carton of milk. `It's bad enough that I'm fucking my own son. I shouldn't seduce his friend too!' But her pussy was throbbing out a different tune and Alison grew hornier by the second as she thought of the delicious young cock bulging through Paul's underwear only feet away.

With her back turned to Paul as she fetched a glass from the shelf,

Alison deliberately loosened the sash of her robe, so that when she turned around, it would "accidentally" fall open.

"I can heat up the milk, if you want, Paul."

"No, that's okay." Paul sat on the chair in front of the table. "Hot or cold, as long as it goes in my stomach."

Alison smiled sweetly as she turned back to him, carrying the carton and glass. Paul's bulging eyes went straight to her body. The loose robe now gaped open far enough so that he could see the inner slopes of her large jiggling tits. God, even his mother didn't have tits as big as those, though Paul.

"Th..thanks, Mrs. Ross," he mumbled.

She put the milk and the glass on the table, but remained standing in front of him. She smiled as she watched Paul's eyes move down, seeing her rounded belly through the partially-open robe, and the shadow of her richly-furred cunt. Alison stole a glance at the boy's crotch. She suppressed a sigh as she saw that her son's friend was growing a simply enormous hard-on, a huge, pulsing shaft of flesh that bulged obscenely through the crotch of his shorts.

"Don't you want your milk, Paul?"

"Uh… yeah! Sure, Mrs. Ross."

Paul's hands trembled as he picked up the glass and the milk carton, his eyes remaining locked on the incredible body under the robe. He was obviously already much too horny to concentrate on what he was doing.

Alison smiled as she watched him pour the milk half in and half out of the glass, spilling it clumsily on his thighs and the floor.

"Aww, shit!"

"Ohh, Paul, you're making a mess." Alison stepped closer, feeling her big, firm tits sway sexily under the terry robe. "Look at how you're trembling, Paul. What are you so excited about?"

"N..N..Nothing. Mrs. Ross."

"Paul," Alison said, in a softer voice. "Why are you staring at my body like that?"

Paul gaped at her, his eyes opening wider as he distractedly put the glass and carton back on the table.

"I… I wasn't… "

"Yes, you were, Paul." Alison smiled and stroked his hair. "You don't have to be ashamed of it. It's natural for a boy your age to be curious about a woman's body. Boys your age are usually quite horny. That's why your cock is so stiff right now, isn't it, Paul?"

"I… I guess."

"Would you like to see more of my body, Paul" Alison asked softly.

"I'll take off my robe, if you want."

Paul managed to nod his head. Smiling seductively, Alison slid the robe off her shoulders. The youth's jaw dropped open as he gazed at her large, stiff-nippled tits, his eyes falling to the tiny triangle of fleecy, dark-brown pubic hair that covered her pouty-lipped cunt. He could even see the narrow pink slit of her pussy glistening wetly in the light from the hallway.