“Christ, I’m fuckin’ horny!” Laurel Hutton sighed softly, putting her finger suddenly and accurately upon the uneasy tension that had assaulted her all day.
Laurel was standing beside the tiny swimming pool which graced her suburban home’s high-fenced, smallish backyard. It was early spring and a little cool to be dressed as she was, in a tiny string bikini, but Laurel wanted another deep, rich tan this year and she knew it would be warm enough once she settled down onto the sun-warmed tile beside the pool.
“Men go ga-ga over a tall, slim blonde with big tits and a chocolate tan,” Laurel muttered to herself as she knelt on the warm surface.
Laurel loved men, or at least she loved cock, the stunning divorcee smiled to herself. The long hard cock that thrust out from between their legs, the part that rutted her juicy, sensation-filled pussy to heaven almost every night.
Two things about the last thought made Laurel’s beautiful face curve into a frown. Number one, the man she had been with last night had come too soon – much too soon – and he had been too old to do much after the first time. Number two, Donny, Laurel’s teenaged son, was starting to become resentful about his mom’s many “boyfriends”, her euphemism for the endless stream of men who had fucked their way into and out of the insatiable blonde’s life over the last two years.
Donny was growing up, and he was beginning to look askance at Laurel now when she explained an all-night absence with some wild tale about flat tires or a fog so thick that it was impossible to drive home through. He was starting to look as untrusting as his father had before abruptly packing his bags two years ago and stomping out of the house forever.
Laurel undid her bikini top and lay forward on the hot pavement, relishing the heat against her big, sensitive nipples. Her mouth made a little pout, like a stud brooding about denied candy.
It wasn’t fair! Laurel told herself. She shouldn’t have to give up fucking just so Donny wouldn’t find out what a hot, uncontrollable nature his mom had. That thought really scared Laurel because she had just turned thirty-two a week before. Even though there wasn’t an ounce of fat on the perfect body nor a sag visible anywhere Laurel was terrified of getting old and suddenly losing the cock-hardening sex appeal she had exhibited since she had been Donny’s age.
As if to assure herself that her good, looks hadn’t vanished as she thought about losing them, Laurel raised up onto her elbows and turned to examine her sleek, sexy body in the bright sunlight. She smiled as she eyed the deep, firm contours of her near-perfect ass, the supple, bulgeless line of her smooth thighs and calves, the smallness of her waistline.
A movement behind the sliding glass patio door caught Laurel’s eye and she turned to see what it was. Donny was peeking out from around the half-open curtain, watching his mom twisting and turning on the warm tiles. The handsome young teen’s eyes were wide with fear, as he realized that he had been caught red-handed staring at his mother’s naked, bobbling tits.
Laurel smiled at her only son and waved, the motion making her left breast jiggle even more. Donny gulped and waved back limply, surprised by his mother’s calmness.
“Whatcha’ doing?” Laurel called out. “Why don’t you come out and swim, you chicken. The water’s not THAT cold!”
Donny giggled, embarrassed, and shrugged his shoulders. He ducked back behind the curtain.
Laurel chuckled and put her head down on her arms, sunning herself once more. Her heart was beating crazily with excitement, a weird, unexpected kind of excitement caused by the way she had shamelessly shown her body off to her own son. The beauty told herself that she had done it all so coolly because she didn’t want the boy to grow up with any guilt about nakedness or sex. But the hammering heart inside her ribcage told Laurel that she had also shown her tits off to Donny for quite another reason: it turned her on to exhibit herself to men, any man, even her own flesh and blood!
Laurel decided that a mom-son talk session was called for, the sooner the better. She told herself that she wouldn’t allow the kinky thrill she got from baring her tits to Donny to happen again. She got up and put on her top, resolved to sit with Donny and talk things out until she was sure he was on the right track about, sex. She was determined to be a good mom for once, to put her baser instincts to rest at least temporarily.
Inside the house, Laurel looked first in the kitchen for her son but there was no sign of the always-hungry teenager. She went down the hall to his room.
The door was slightly ajar when Laurel reached for it, and a low moan from inside the room made her hand stop before touching the handle. Laurel moved up close to the small crack left by the partially open door and looked inside. Reflected in his dresser mirror, the anxious young mother could see Donny spread out on the bed, his clothes scattered about the room, his hand moving furiously up and down over his groin.
“Good God!” Laurel whispered to herself. “What a big cock for a kid!”
It was true. Her darling Donny had become a good deal more manly somewhere along the way. The last time she had seen him naked, his balls had been two cute, tiny marbles in a hairless sac. Now they were the fur-covered, plum-sized ovals of a grown man.
But it was the boy’s cock that really took Laurel’s breath away. The six-inch, throbbing prick that Donny was so fervently stroking was one of the thickest, reddest cylinders of prick-meat Laurel had ever drooled over. And she had seen her share, that was for sure!
Donny was groaning, his boyish ass lifting up off the bed, his eyes closed with lust as his come approached. His closed fist went faster, his breathing became more ragged. Small, grunted words spilled from his curled lips, and Laurel leaned closer to the door to hear what he was babbling.
“Fuck… shit… oh… oh, Jesus what tits!” Donny was gasping, his body going rigid, his hand stopping – frozen on his cock. “Oh, Mama, I want your big, big tiiiiiits!”
The boy screamed and started pumping his fist wildly once again. His nuts jerked and a blob of creamy goo shot high in the air above Donny’s twisting body.
Laurel felt her cunt build to a rapid, unexpected boil as she watched her boy jacking off. It had been a long time since the voluptuous thirty-two-year-old had seen a young boy come. She had forgotten the incredible amount of pussy-pleasing ball juice a boy this age could generate. It was a far cry from the two small squirts of jism Laurel’s fortyish, rich date from the night before had managed to conjure up and pump into her eager cunt before he collapsed, heavy and spent, on her still unsatisfied body. She found herself wondering what it might be like, having a young, virile teenager rutting inside her, spewing out his wad after wad of hot spunk, the way Donny was moaning and pumping it out right now!
The very notion of being on the receiving end of such a heavenly come deluge made Laurel weak in the knees and even hotter in the crotch. The stunning blonde pushed the door open a bit wider, so that she could see every pearly drop of the youngster’s hot outpouring as it rocketed out of his wilting prick. She couldn’t believe the amount of cream the boy was unloading. Her cunt twitched wildly as she watched it spurt into the air and fall splashing onto the rug and bedspread.
“M-Mama,” Donny suddenly croaked, his nearly closed eyes snapping wide open as he saw his mother peeking through the crack in the door.
“My God, honey, there sure was a lot of that stuff!” Laurel grinned approvingly, stepping into the room.
She didn’t know what else to say or do. She could give the boy a lecture on self-abuse, but she didn’t really think jerking off was very abusive, and, besides, she would have felt hypocritical about chewing him out for doing something she had enjoyed watching as much as she had enjoyed this.
Donny moaned as his gorgeous, nearly naked mother came into his room. The sight of her jiggling tits in their barely containing bikini top drew another clench from his emptying cock. The big squirt of spunk arched up off the bed, across the few feet that separated them, and spattered onto Laurel’s bare thigh a few inches below her nearly nonexistent swimsuit bottom.
“Oh, my, my, how hot and nice this stuff is!” Laurel giggled at her son’s sperm-filled tribute to her beauty, gathering the slippery cream in her finger-tips and rubbing them together. “So slick and warm and good!”
It was all Laurel could do to keep from licking the delicious-smelling jizz off her fingers right before the boy’s eyes. It was so tempting, so mannish and pungent smelling, so delightfully strong and earthy.
Maybe it was her disappointing fuck the night before, maybe it was the guilty, yet terribly excited and proud way Donny was looking at her, maybe it was something special about the texture and feel of his boyish come between her fingers – Laurel didn’t know. But she did somehow know that she could no more stop herself from saying what she said next than she could stop rain from falling.
“You know, Donny honey, you really shouldn’t waste this beautiful cream,” Laurel said slowly, her voice a deep purr of sexual invitation. “You shouldn’t just spray it up in to the air and let it fall. You ought to find a nice, hot, juicy pussy to pump this delicious jizz into, darling. That’s what it’s for, you know.”
Donny gasped at his mother’s lewd words. His prick gave a last jerk of dwindling lust and a final jet of come burbled up out of the softening prick and dribbled across the boy’s fingers.
“See, your cock knows a hot cunt sounds better than a hand job,” Laurel teased, grinning.
Laurel’s cunt was seething with need. She knew what she was going to do was awful, against every taboo in the book.
She thought about it and decided she didn’t care. Her pussy was bubbling, the sexy black bikini bottom probably showed a thin line of growing wetness by now. Her nipples were standing out taut and tender against her flimsy cups, aching for a tender mouth upon their pinkness. She could never remember needing a fuck as badly as she needed one right now.
“Yeah, baby, I think that neat little fireplug of a cock of yours would fit real nice in a tight, hot little pussy,” Laurel whispered softly, coming right up to the bed. “And I think I know where you can find one, if you’re interested.”
Staring down at her son, her deep blue eyes filled with passion, Laurel slowly licked the come off her fingers. With her free hand, she reached back and undid her top, her eyes never leaving Donny’s.
“Holy… shit!” Donny gasped as he saw his mother lap the spunk off her hand like a cat cleaning a kitten’s fur.
The big, round tits tumbled out of their enclosure and the boy’s eyes grew even wider. His mother’s tits were huge, even bigger than they had looked from a distance, now that they were bobbing and swaying naked above him. Her nipples were jutting out like tiny pink spouts, goose bumps of desire all around the extended tips.
“Like ’em?” Laurel asked in an excited whisper.
“G-God, yes!” Donny mumbled dumbly, his eyes transfixed by the gently bobbing treasures.
“Good,” Laurel said softly, extending her hand. “Then follow me and I’ll let you do anything you want with ’em!”
