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DONNA'S THREE SONS
(by Eros)

Chapter 1.

On a hot June day in Los Angeles, Donna Mason looked out her living
room window and watched the gardener mowing the front lawn of her house.
He was naked to the waist, and he had a broad, hair-matted chest. The
sight was turning Donna on like crazy.

The guy was in his fifties, and he didn't even speak English. Donna
knew she had to be pretty hard-up to get turned on by the gardener. He'd
never attracted her before. But she'd been almost three months without a
man, and it was beginning to get to her. She quickly drank down her vodka
and tonic and forced herself to turn away from the window.

Striding to the portable bar, the petite blonde mixed herself another
drink. There wasn't anything else to do at that time of day. Of course,
she could join her three teenage sons in the pool. It was summer
vacation, and the boys seemed to spend most of their time in the water.
She'd heard them out there when she came home, but had decided not to
intrude. Donna strolled to the sliding glass door that led from the
living room to the patio. There she stopped and stared. Her sons were out
there all right, but they weren't wearing any clothes.

Donna slowly blushed all the way down to her toes. She hadn't seen any
of her sons naked since they were about ten or eleven and she'd had to
help them with their baths. Now they were young men, their muscular young
bodies as adult in contour as any of the imaginary male figures Donna
fantasized about as she masturbated. Even Bernie, the youngest, had a
man-size cock. Donna still thought of him as her baby, even though he had
just turned eighteen. He certainly wasn't a baby anymore, she observed,
her glittering eyes glued on his dangling male appendage.

The boys were just skinning out of their clothes. They stood at the
edge of the pool, laughing and shoving each other around, looking
completely unselfconscious about their nudity. Donna couldn't understand
how they'd pull such a stunt with her right there in the house. Then she
remembered... they didn't think she was home.

Ordinarily she went to have her hair done at this time every Tuesday.
She hadn't told her sons that she'd changed the schedule. So this was
what they did when they thought she was out of the house.

Donna carefully kept in the shadows, not wanting the boys to see her.
Maybe she could learn something else about their behavior when they
thought nobody was watching them. After all, she was the only adult in
charge of them, now that their father had chosen to remove himself from
their lives.

Just three months earlier, Carl, Donna's highly successful attorney
husband, had announced that he was leaving her for his eighteen-year-old
secretary. Donna was still in shock from that. Maybe she wasn't as young
as his blonde, bimbo girlfriend, but she was still plenty good-looking,
and they'd been married twenty years.

Granted, she and Carl hadn't been getting along that well the last few
years, and maybe the marriage was failing, but it was still a rude
surprise to be suddenly left without a husband... and without sex.

It was the sex part that bothered her most. Watching her naked teenage
sons jostle each other at the poolside, watching their virile young cocks
bounce and swing, Donna felt her pussy growing hot as fire. Hot, sticky
cunt-cream leaked from her neglected cunt, moistening the crotch of her
panties. All of a sudden her own sons were getting her turned-on!

"Oh, my God," she moaned, "what's wrong with me?"

Donna already knew the answer, of course... She needed to be fucked,
and she needed it desperately. Even when she and Carl were quarreling,
they were still physically attracted to each other, and they'd always had
pretty hot sex. She missed that regular love-making. In fact it was
driving her crazy to go without it.

Now her eyes darted from one handsome teenage prick to another, and
she couldn't help wondering what those three magnificent young cocks
looked like when they were stiff. Were her boys virgins, or were they
fucking their girlfriends? What kind of lovers were they? Could they
possibly have inherited their father's talent for love-making?

"Oh, stop it, Donna, that's sick!" she scolded herself.

But she couldn't get the subject off her mind. She was pretty sure
that Matt, her eldest boy. was no virgin. Matt was twenty and he'd always
been very popular with the girls, even in Junior High. He'd had a long
string of girlfriends since then and Donna suspected that it was because
Matt liked to `play the field' as far as women were concerned. He was the
typical wolf.... always on the prowl.

Her middle son, Terry, was nineteen, and if k**s today were anything
like they were when she was Terry's age, he'd have lost his his virginity
years ago. Like her other sons, he was dark, handsome and sexy-looking,
and like his older brother... Terry never lacked for dates.

But what about Bernie... her youngest? Just turned eighteen, he still
looked so young... even now, lewdly displaying that huge cock of his,
Donna thought with a suppressed tingle of lust. Bernie was the `black
sheep' of the family where girls were concerned. He'd always been the shy
type, and never exhibited any of the a****l magnetism that his two older
brothers had done. It might even be possible that he still hadn't gone
all the way with a girl yet.

Donna was shocked to find her pussy drooling heavily as she thought
about Bernie thrusting his hard young cock into a girl's pussy for the
first time. Her own hot cunt began to tingle strangely at the very
thought. Then her fevered thoughts evaporated as the boys began diving
into the pool. She watched their lean, tanned bodies flying through the
air, catching tantalizing glimpses of their young cocks. Within minutes,
Donna found herself softly whimpering with need, the crotch of her
panties soaked with her molten cuntal cream.

"What am I going to do?" she moaned. "I can't go on like this. I'll go
crazy."

But what could she do? Drag the gardener into the house and fuck him?
Dash to the nearest singles bar and hijack some stud? It was so
frustrating. She couldn't even date, because that might look bad when the
divorce went to court. Donna wasn't hurting financially. She had a small
inheritance, independent of Carl, which would support her and the boys,
but she wanted more out of the jerk!

She wanted the house, and she wanted enough money to get all three
boys through college. To achieve that, she'd have to keep her `nose'
clean. She couldn't afford to be caught in bed with anybody till the
divorce was over. The only problem was, could she wait that long?

Right now she felt ready to scream with suppressed horniness. It
didn't help matters when her three sons started floating on their backs
in the swimming pool. That presented her with the sight of three
semi-hard cocks. Apparently the cool water had caused the boys' pricks to
start stiffening. Either that or they were talking about girls. Donna
couldn't hear them because the sliding glass door to the patio was
closed.

It didn't matter. The more she watched, the harder their cocks got,
three rigid hard-ons cutting through the water like sharks' fins. Just
one stiff cock would have been heaven for her at that moment, and the
sight of three of them out there, in her own backyard, was just too much.
She sighed with longing and rubbed her thighs together, trying to ease
the hot ache in her rapidly-moistening pussy, but it was useless.

She was going to have to go to her room and masturbate, as she'd been
doing two or three times a day lately. Ever since Carl walked out, she'd
had nothing but her own fingers to satisfy her nagging need. She had to
beat off before she could get to sleep at night, and often she had to
masturbate during the day. She was about to turn away from the window and
go to her room, when Terry started jacking off!

There was no doubt in Donna's mind that that was what he was doing.
Floating on his back, a wicked grin on his handsome face, her middle son
seized his cock and started pumping it like crazy, laughing at something
he'd been telling the others.

His brothers laughed as well... and then they started masturbating,
too. Donna barely stifled a wail of shock and outrage. Luckily the back
yard was well-fenced and none of the neighbors could see what was
happening, but it was still a very risky and foolhardy thing to do. All
three boys started pumping their stiff young cocks, fists flying. Donna
realized that she was accidentally witnessing a jack-off contest.

She gulped the rest of her drink and set the glass aside. She knew she
ought to spare herself any more frustration and just quit looking, but
somehow she couldn't tear her eyes away from the naughty scene in the
pool. It had been so long since she'd even looked at a cock. Donna
couldn't resist the sight.

Obviously Terry had practiced this routine. He was floating around
effortlessly, his hot horny eyes focused on the sky as he furiously
pumped his rock-hard teenage cock. Matt was almost as good as his
brother, but once in a while he had to paddle to keep afloat. Bernie was
no good at it at all.

As with girls, poor Bernie had always tried to keep up with his older
brothers in whatever they did, and the jack-off contest was no exception.
The k** was valiantly beating away, but he wasn't so good at floating,
and he kept getting water in his face and coughing. At last he reached
out with his free hand and grasped the gutter which at least kept him
afloat while his fist pounded on his huge hardon.

Soon all three fists were working at lightning speed. As Donna
watched, her felt her pussy swelling and flooding. She had a wild urge to
stick her hand down inside her shorts and play with herself. She resisted
it. It would be too embarrassing if one of the boys happened to glance
into the house and see her.

Still, she couldn't ignore the blazing need in her pussy. It was more
maddening than ever. She didn't think she could last another day without
a man, yet where was she going to find one? And how could she take a
lover without Carl finding out? He probably had a private investigator
watching the house to catch her in the act, right now!

So she stood there and ached with sexual longing, a longing she could
do nothing to appease, staring at her three teenaged sons jack off. She
couldn't believe she was watching three gorgeous young hard-ons being
wasted, and there was nothing she could do about it.

Terry was the first to get off, winning the contest hands down. But
his two brothers were only seconds behind him. Suddenly the pool seemed
to have acquired fountains, as three streams of jism arched high in the
air and splattered down into the water. The boys came and came, shooting
their loads in every direction.

"Oh, my God!" Donna moaned, forcing herself to turn away.

She hurried to her bedroom, knowing she wouldn't be able to think
straight till she'd masturbated. She wasn't proud of having to beat off
so often, but it was the only thing saving her sanity these days. It was
always so frustrating to to walk into the master bedroom and see the
king-size bed she'd shared with Carl for all these years, lying empty
every night. They might not have had the perfect marriage. but they sure
had had some terrific sex.

"Damn you, Carl," she moaned, "I hate your guts, but I wish you were
here right now... with a hard-on."

It was true. She was furious with Carl for running out on her and the
boys, furious that he'd run off with some girl young enough to be his
daughter, but right now she would have spread her legs for him in a
second. She would have begged him to cram his cock into her. She didn't
have any pride left, she was so horny. She missed her asshole of a
husband.... he was the only man she'd ever fucked.

Carl had taken her cherry when she was still in high school. He'd
gotten her pregnant with Matt, so they'd had to get married in a hurry.
They'd fucked like sex-starved bunnies ever since, and Donna was used to
it. She needed that regular good fucking, needed it desperately, although
she hadn't been aware of her need till Carl suddenly left her.

Now she stripped hurriedly and carelessly, tossing her clothes in
every direction. Naked, she headed for the bed, only to pause as she
caught a glimpse of herself in the big dresser mirror. She changed
directions, walking over to the mirror and inspecting herself at close
range.

That was something she hadn't dared to do in three months. When Carl
left her for that `drop-dead gorgeous' young secretary of his, Donna was
really humiliated. She figured that, in her thirties, she was too old to
be attractive. But now she forced herself to study her naked body in the
mirror, deliberately looking for flaws. There weren't any.

She saw a petite beautiful blonde, a pretty woman with a great body.
She studied her full ripe tits and saw that they were as firm as ever.
Her skin was smooth and creamy, her honey-blonde hair cascading thickly
to her shoulders. She was a very lovely and desirable woman in every
respect.

"So, Carl. you prick, what's wrong with this?" she said. "... Nothing.
Nothing at all!"

Feeling much better about herself, Donna marched over to the bed and
stretched out, already growling with lusty anticipation. She wasn't proud
of jerking herself off, not exactly, but once she got started, she put
her whole heart into it. It was the only sexual outlet she had, so she
liked to do her best.

She began by cupping and fondling her big, firm tits, just the way
Carl used to do when he was getting her turned on. She hoisted and molded
her large breasts, massaging them till they began to swell with arousal,
using her thumbs to tease her cone-shaped nipples into erect little buds.

"Mmmmm, yessss," she gurgled.

While she played with herself she liked to pretend she was getting it
on with some stranger. One thing she was looking forward to after the
divorce was finally fucking somebody besides her husband. All her life
she'd fucked only Carl, and despite the intense pleasure he'd always
given her, Donna could hardly wait to find out what it was like with
other guys.

The moment she was a free woman, she intended to find out, but for now
all she had was her fingers and her fantasies. She imagined some gorgeous
young hunk coming on to her, fondling her naked tits and driving her
crazy with need. She creamed furiously, soaking her probing fingers with
her scalding pussy-cream.

Then she trailed her hands down her hot sleek little body till she was
touching the soft golden fur of her cuntbush. She rubbed her palm over
the hairy triangle, pressing down to stimulate her swollen pussy mound.
Then very slowly, she slipped a hand between her legs, opening her thighs
wider and wider as she did so. She touched the scorching wet flesh of her
cunt and shivered with excitement.

"Ohhhhhhhh, yes, honey! Play with me down there," she moaned to her
fantasy lover.

Of course she knew just where to touch herself and what felt best.
First she explored her whole cunt slit, caressing the hot puffy flesh and
shivering with enjoyment. Everywhere she touched herself, it felt nice,
but some places were even more sensitive and receptive than others. The
most sensitive place of all was her stiff, throbbing clit. She found the
small hooded lump of flesh and began to stroke it with the tip of her
index finger. Even the most feathery touch felt fantastically good on
that super-sensitive little button. She whirled her fingertip around and
around the stiff little shaft... creaming like crazy.

As if in a dream, Donna felt the molten liquid overflowing her cunt
and trickling down into the hot, quivering crack of her ass and she
whimpered helplessly. Images of her sons' long hard cocks flashed through
her lust-crazed mind as she rubbed her slippery cuntslit frantically. She
couldn't help herself.

She pictured them standing in front of her, jacking off as they'd done
in the pool, only this time their hard young cocks were only inches from
her face. Their smooth young hands were all over her... squeezing her
big, sweaty tits and rubbing sensuously between her widely-parted legs.

"Unnnhhhhh, yesssss! Touch me! Rub Mommy's hot pussy!", moaned Donna,
completely carried away by her i****tuous fantasy.

Faster and faster she worked her finger around the swelling shaft of
her fuck button, bringing herself to a fever pitch of excitement. Soon
she was panting, moaning, and clawing the bed with her free hand. She
caught her wildly throbbing clit between her thumb and index finger and
began to knead it.

"Ohhhhh, God, yessss," she groaned.

In her mind's eye, Matt was rubbing his cock over her face as he
squeezed her left tit... Terry was jerking off over her belly as he
fondled the right one, and Bernie.... Bernie was rubbing her wet, hairy
slit, sticking his young fingers deep into her boiling cunthole.

That steady firm penetration was ecstasy to the sex-starved young
housewife. It gave her a steady buzz of pleasure that made her cream like
mad. She closed her eyes tightly, shutting out every other sensation.
Nothing existed for her at that moment but the marvelous sensations
radiating from her cunt. Molten cream spurted and flooded from her
overheated cunt.

"Make me come," she moaned to her imaginary lovers. "Oh, God, I need
to come so bad."

Usually Donna brought herself off by kneading her clit. It always
worked fast, and it gave her a good sharp orgasm. But today she craved a
cock so badly. She ached to feel something big and hard in her cunt.
Impulsively she released her clit and slid her middle finger into her
steamy pussy, pretending it was Bernie's big, hard cock.

"Unnnnhhhh, yessss! Fuck me, baby... fuck meeee!" she gurgled.

It was the first time in three months that she'd had anything in her
cunt, and it drove her wild. In her fantasy, she was being fucked by her
youngest son's huge cock, then Bernie's face dissolved into Terry's and
it was he who was fucking her. Finally, Matt's handsome features loomed
into her blurred vision and it was her eldest son who was grinning down
at her with that self-satisfied look of his, plowing her horny cunt with
his massive cock, deeply and deliciously.

Donna began to piston her stiff fingers hard and fast into her
cream-flooded cunt, jerking her hips in a hard fucking motion, just like
she did with Carl when he fucked her, only in her lust-clouded brain it
was her sons fucking her... First Matt, Terry... then Bernie, each boy
taking turns slamming his big thick prick into her yearning cunt, trying
to outdo the others.

"Fuck it to me, fuck it to meeee!" she howled.

Some fuzzy part of her mind was thinking logically and hoped the boys
were still in the pool, because she knew she couldn't be quiet. She
couldn't stop moaning and squealing as she worked herself quickly toward
that urgently-needed climax. She arched her body so she could dig her
stiff fingers as deeply as possible into her molten fuck-hole, simulating
the cocks in her fantasy as best she could.

Even as a violent orgasm began in the fiery depths of her cunt, and
Donna imagined all three of her randy young sons fucking her at the same
time, one in each hole, she knew she wasn't going to be satisfied. It was
a body-wracking orgasm, flaming out to sear through every vein, making
her buck and writhe all over the bed. Yet it wasn't enough. Her starved
cunt could tell the difference between a slim finger and a thick hard
cock. And the erotic, i****tuous images of her handsome young sons only
served to heighten her sexual frustration even further.

"Ohhhhhh, God, unnngghhhhh!" Donna sobbed.

It was better than nothing, but it wasn't the real thing. As she came
down from her powerful orgasm, Donna knew that she just couldn't go any
longer without a man. The fantasy concerning her sons was instantly
buried in post-orgasmic bliss. Fantasies were just that... fantasies.
What she thought about as she brought herself off wasn't real. It could
never happen, but the stark truth remained... She'd go out of her mind if
she didn't get fucked right away. That much was very clear to her.

But it was also very clear that she couldn't take a lover before her
divorce was final. If she was to get the settlement she wanted, the house
and the college money for the boys, she simply couldn't afford to have a
man in her life. And that left her in an impossible dilemma.


Chapter 2.

Donna dwelt upon her frustrating problem for the rest of the day but
couldn't come up with a solution. She knew the right thing to do was
ignore her lust and get a good divorce settlement for her sons. But it
felt like her pussy was on fire every minute of the day and night... she
couldn't think about anything else but sex.

To make things worse, now that she had spied on the boys while they
skinny-dipped, she couldn't forget how enticing their firm young cocks had
looked. Now, every time she spoke to one of her sons, Donna invariably
found herself mentally undressing him was so embarrassing, yet she
couldn't seem to help herself.

She was glad when evening came and the boys began excusing themselves
to go to bed. They usually watched TV together after dinner, but Bernie
would soon start yawning and go to his room, then Terry would do the same.
Matt normally stayed up the latest, but eventually he too headed off to
his room leaving Donna to watch the late shows alone.

Tonight, Donna wished they'd all go to bed and leave her to think
without the distraction of their lean masculine young bodies. But even
after his younger brothers had left for bed, Matt remained. He was
lounging on the couch next to Donna, and it impossible for her to ignore
him. To her embarrassment, Donna's eyes kept drifting to the enticing
bulge in the crotch of her eldest son's tight jeans. Stop it, she scolded
herself, he's your own son!

She fidgeted, and Matt scooted closer and suddenly slipped his arm
around her shoulders, giving her a squeeze.

"Hey, Mom," he said, "you wanta talk about it?"

"Talk about what? " Donna replied, turning scarlet.

"Aha," he grinned, "I knew it! There's something on your mind, all
right. What are you blushing about? You can tell good ol' Matt."

Oh, no, she couldn't. How could she tell her own son that she'd been
horny day and night and that she'd actually gotten aroused by watching him
and his brothers jack off?

"Thanks, honey," she sighed, "but it's pretty private."

"Hey, Mom, I'm all grown-up now, remember" Matt said. pulling her even
closer against him. "I understand about these things."

"What things?" Donna asked nervously.

Matt nuzzled her neck and said gently, "I know you're horny, Mom. You
gotta be horny without Dad."

"Matt!" Donna gasped, "What an awful thing to say to your mother."

He cupped her chin and forced her to look at him. She lowered her eyes
guiltily and blushed even harder. Matt laughed knowingly.

"Come on, Mom," he said, "you gotta share it with somebody. You might
as well admit it. You've been nervous and snappy as hell lately, and
there's only one reason for that."

Had her horniness been that obvious? Donna felt mortified. She tried to
wriggle out of her son's embrace, but he tightened his grip. Their bodies
were rubbing together now, side by side, and despite her embarrassment she
was getting helplessly turned on by the hard masculine feel of him. Her
pussy began to moisten noticeably, the hot sticky liquid seeping into her
panties.

She felt her tits swelling and her nipples stiffening, just as they did
when Carl came on to her. But this wasn't her husband, this was their son.
She had no business getting the hots for him. Donna turned to Matt to tell
him it had to stop. But at that moment the boy planted his mouth on hers
and kissed her, darting his tongue into her mouth. Donna was completely
taken off guard.

"Ummmmmmmmmmhhhh," she moaned.

She sank back into the couch, and returned her son's kiss. Her mind
kept telling her it was wrong, but her body didn't give a damn. Her body
wanted to feel a man's touch, and she was so horny and aroused at the
moment, it didn't matter whose.

Matt sensuously explored her mouth with his hot tongue, and Donna
creamed right through her panties and jeans. He pulled her against him,
chest to chest. He had to feel her lust-stiffened nipples and big swollen
tits. He had to feel her trembling lustily, helplessly.

A sudden surge of guilt roused Donna from her lustful surrender. She
knew that if she didn't get away from her handsome young son in the next
few seconds, she'd lose her self-control completely. The consequences of
that could be disastrous for them both. With every ounce of willpower,
Donna wrenched her face away from her son's.

"Matt, this is totally wrong. We mustn't do this", she stammered.

"How come?" he grinned. "Because it's i****t? I just studied that in
college, in an anthropology class. I just don't see what's so awful about
it?"

Donna gawked at him. Her eldest son was a lot more sophisticated than
she'd thought. He'd actually been reading about i****t, thinking about it.
And tonight he'd decided to give it the old college try. He'd deliberately
tried to turn on his own mother, and obviously he liked it.

"Some cultures allow i****t", he was telling her as he stroked her body
sensuously. "It isn't always taboo. And why should it be? If both
participants are willing, who's it hurting?"

As he talked, Matt started unbuttoning his mother's light cotton shirt.
Donna lay slumped against the back of the couch, breathing hard, trying
desperately to control herself. She could see that if she just gave in,
Matt would provide her with that she so desperately craved... a good, hard
fuck. After seeing the size of his cock at full erection earlier on in the
day, Donna knew she would enjoy feeling it stretch and fill her poor,
neglected pussy. It would be so easy.

But she didn't agree with him about i****t. In her book it was
absolutely wrong. Despite the lust he was generating in her, Donna wasn't
ready to fuck her own son, no matter how insanely horny she felt. As if in
a daze, she watched him open her blouse and expose her fully packed lace
bra. She heard his sharp intake of breath as he ogled her big ripe tits.

"Mom, you always had the most fantastic tits," he told her, his voice
coarsened with lusty excitement. "I've been wanting to play with them for
so long."

"Matt, what a terrible thing to say!" Donna gasped.

"Why?" he chuckled. "It's perfectly natural for teenage boys to get
turned on by their mothers, especially when they're as hot-looking as you,
Mom. After all, a guy's mother is the most important woman in his life at
that age, right? So he spends a lot of time thinking about her".

As he spoke, he reached around her and unhooked her bra. Now she was
certain he was sexually experienced, because he did it in a second, with
no clumsiness or fumbling. The bra snapped open, and he pushed it out of
the way, uncovering her large, firm tits and lust-engorged nipples.

"Oh, Mom, they're gorgeous!" he breathed.

"Ohhhh, honey, noooo!" Donna moaned.

She didn't know where her common sense had gone tonight, but she
couldn't seem to move. In spite of her words of protest, Donna just
slumped there and panted as her son reached out and cupped her naked tits.
His young nostrils flaring with lustful excitement, Matt molded and
squeezed the hot, heavy globes, and Donna stifled a whimper of longing.

Each squeeze, each caress, brought her need closer to boiling point. If
only he wasn't her son! If he'd been any other man, she would have ripped
of her clothes and begged for his cock. She was horny enough to do
something that shameless, even with a total stranger... but not with her
own son!

Still she couldn't move as he fondled her luscious tits and thumbed her
stiff pink nipples. She was creaming heavily and helplessly, soaking the
crotch of her panties and jeans. Her tits throbbed in Matt's hands,
letting him know just how desperately she needed a man's touch. The boy
had to know that his hunch was right... his sexy mother was achingly
horny.

"Relax, Mom," he soothed gently, "let me make you feel good. Nobody has
to know about it but us. We could do so many nice things for each other."

He was right in a way. He was home from college for the summer, away
from his usual girlfriends, and about as horny as a virile young man can
get. Donna was still a couple of months away from her divorce settlement
and didn't dare risk taking a lover until then. But in the privacy of her
own home, with her own son, maybe she could get the relief she needed.

Matt bent down low, stuck out his tongue, and started licking her
supersensitive nipples. Donna gave a little sob of lust. He squeezed her
heaving tits tighter together, lining up the swollen nipples side by side,
and flicked his hot tongue over one then the other, making Donna shudder
with pleasure.

"See, Mom?" he said. "That feels nice, doesn't it? And it's not hurting
anybody."

Donna let her head slump back and briefly closed her eyes, pretending
that it was Carl licking her tits. He was very good at it, and it always
drove her wild. If it were Carl, she wouldn't have to feel uptight and
guilty. She began to gurgle and moan, only to realize that she was getting
carried away with her fantasy.

She opened her eyes and looked down at her eldest son licking her tits.
As she watched, he opened his mouth and slid it down around both stiff
nipples, enclosing them in his lips. Donna sobbed. She ached to have him
go on making love to her, slowly and deliciously, just as his father had
done. Yet she knew it was wrong. No matter what Matt tried to tell her,
i****t was terribly wrong.

"No, honey, you've got to stop," she cried.

Matt paid no attention to his mother's protests. He just went on
noisily sucking her swollen nipples and driving her crazy with desire.
Donna knew she had to gather all her strength and get away from him before
she did something she'd really regret. Taking a big breath, she pressed
her hands against the boy's muscular chest and pushed.

"Stop it at once, Matt," she snapped. "You know this is wrong..... Do
as I say!"

Matt let her erect left nipple pop from his sucking lips. He looked at
her, his eyes hot and glazed with horniness. Donna suddenly realized he
wasn't going to listen to any of her arguments and that he couldn't be
talked out of fulfillment. He was beyond rational thought. He wasn't going
to leave her alone till his lust was taken care of.

"Come on, cut the bullshit, Mom!" he snapped. "You're horny, and so am
I. So why can't we take care of each other?"

"Because I'm your mother," Donna answered hoarsely. "Oh, God, Matt,
please don't push me any further. I'm not ready for this!"

"Yes you are, Mom," he leered, sliding a hand up between her legs.

Donna shuddered with excitement as her son's strong hand cupped her
scorching pussy through her jeans. He began to squeeze the moist, swollen
flesh firmly and rhythmically. Hot stabs of pleasure ripped through her
pussy. He was squeezing her off, something she hadn't experienced in
twenty years, but it brought back some very erotic memories.

She and Carl had necked a lot before finally going `all the way'. She
couldn't remember how long they'd been going together before Carl fucked
her. It hadn't been long, that was for sure. They'd been so hotly
attracted to each other. It had only been a couple of dates before Donna
surrendered her cherry. But before that Carl had done quite few things to
turn her on and make her want more sex with him. Squeezing her off had
been one of them.

He'd done it just the way her son was doing it, too. He'd just grabbed
himself a fistful of cream-soaked jeans crotch and started squeezing her
pussy-mound in a good steady rhythm... like Matt was doing to her now.
She hadn't been able to resist it then, and she couldn't resist it this
time, either. He squeezed faster, harder, and she slumped back against the
couch and moaned in total submission.

"Ohhhhh, God, ohhhhh!" she sobbed.

"Yeah, Mom, let me get you off," he said hoarsely. "You'll feel so much
better."

That was for damned sure. Donna was practically screaming with the need
to come. Maybe if she permitted him to do it just this once, she could
think clearly again. And besides, he was just squeezing her through her
jeans. That wasn't so serious. It really wasn't i****t, or so the
frantically horny housewife told herself. Matt's had felt absolutely
fantastic. u*********sly Donna began hunching her hips against the boy's
hand as she rocketed toward that desperately-needed climax.

"Unnnhhhhh, Jesus... baby! I'm so hot!" she sobbed.

Matt watched her lust-contorted face as he massaged his mother's moist
pussy through her clothes. He was damned near coming in his own jeans.
Ever since he could remember, he'd thought his mom was the most beautiful
woman in the world, and since becoming a teenager he'd often jacked off
while fantasizing about her. But it wasn't till his college anthropology
course that his fantasies had taken a serious turn.

The more he read about i****t, the more the idea turned him on. And
when he came home for summer vacation and spent days lying around next to
his beautiful, bikini-clad mother, his fantasies had been non-stop. He
just couldn't help thinking how exciting it would be to make love to his
gorgeous blonde mom.

The last straw was when his father left and Matt watched his mother
getting more desperately horny by the day. Here she was, practically going
out of her mind with the need to be fucked. And there he was going crazy
thinking about doing it to her. It was insane that they shouldn't help
each other out. Why go on suffering when they could both get what they
desperately desired.

Matt watched his mother's lust-contorted face as he brought her to
climax. Even through her jeans and panties he could feel the scorching
heat and helpless wetness of her neglected pussy. Her swollen pussy flesh
was actually throbbing through her clothes as he squeezed her. Then
suddenly, her whole body stiffened and shuddered. Her eyes were shut
tight, and her beautiful face was a mask of pure lust as a violent orgasm
exploded in her pussy.

"Ohhhhhh, God, Ahhhhhhh! I'm cummmmminnnggg.... so good... so
gooooooodddddd!" she wailed.

Her body convulsed as Donna ground her soaked crotch against Matt's
squeezing hand, her naked heaving tits jiggled and bounced. She went on
whimpering and sobbing with joy as the intense climax ripped through her
body. Again Matt damned near shot his load in his jeans. God she was hot!
He knew now that it wasn't going to be as difficult as he'd first thought
to seduce his horny mother. He wouldn't rest till he'd gotten his cock
into her hot, horny little fuck hole.

"Uuuuuhhhhnnnngggggghhh!" she moaned, as her thighs tightened around
her son's softly squeezing hand.

Her climax spun itself out at last, and Donna opened her eyes and
looked at her son, blushing. Matt didn't say anything right away. He
simply unzipped his jeans and pulled out his cock, his eyes gleaming with
undisguised lust.

Donna blushed even harder as she glanced down at his enormous erection.
It was even bigger than her husband's... long and thick and pulsing with
adolescent arousal. Her pussy began to tingle at the sight of it. Matt
grabbed his mother's hand and wrapped it around his steel-hard prick.

"Jerk me off, Mom!", he said hoarsely. "I helped you out... now you've
gotta help me."

Donna nodded helplessly and began to pump her fist up and down her
son's hard, throbbing cock. Matt let go of her hand and lay back against
the couch, moaning with pleasure as her slender fingers zipped up and down
the lust-stiffened shaft of his prick. This was one of his favorite
all-time fantasies... his beautiful blonde mother jacking him off.

"Ahhhhh, yeah, Mom, do it to me," he sighed.

Donna was blushing right down to her toes. yet she felt it was only
fair to give him some relief. After all, he'd brought her off. Still, it
was so outrageous to be pumping her own son's stiff cock, jacking him off.
She'd never even dreamed that she might do something like this.

i****t had never been one of her fantasies. Not that she hadn't had
fantasies. As her marriage to Carl worsened, she'd thought more and more
of making it with other men. She didn't want to go her whole life having
fucked only her husband. She ached to know what it was like with others.
Maybe it was time to live out some of those fantasies.

She couldn't ignore her mounting excitement as she worked Matt's
throbbing cock between her fingers. She pumped steadily faster and harder,
and he moaned louder, his handsome face flushing red with lust. His cock
jerked and twitched in her pumping fist, as pre-cum began to ooze out of
his piss-hole. Donna eyed the glistening cream and licked her lips
hungrily.

Donna was not only starved for the feel of cock, she was starved for
the taste of it. She adored going down on Carl. Her mouth watered as she
imagined dipping her head down and tonguing up some of the delicious hot
cream that was bubbling up in the slit of her son's stiff cock. But of
course, she'd never do anything that outrageous.

No, her task was to get the boy off, and she wanted to do it as fast as
possible. Then she could get away to her room and try to think. She
speeded up her pumping, and Matt groaned in ecstasy, his slim young hips
bucking up off the couch as he fucked her fist. She breathed a sigh of
relief and knew that he'd be coming any second.

"Uuhhhhhhh, yeah, Mom... fucking fantastic," he groaned, "Faster!....
ohhhhh God, I'm nearly there!"

Donna began to shiver with carnal desire, her pussy leaking into her
panties once more. It didn't seem possible. She'd masturbated that
afternoon, and then Matt had gotten her off by squeezing her pussy, yet
she was horny all over again. She looked down at his jerking cock and
ached to feel it in her hotly itching cunt.

She couldn't deny that at that moment she wanted to fuck her own son.
She wanted it so badly, she could have screamed. Instead, she began to
pump his cock faster and harder, wanting to get him off right away so she
could remove herself from this temptation before she did something crazy.
Within seconds, Matt stiffened and gasped loudly, his whole body jerking
as thick wads of boiling jizz began to shoot from his exploding cock.

"Awwww, fuck! Aaaggghhhhh!" he yelled.

Donna watched the creamy liquid jetting from her son's cock, and she
was suddenly overcome with horny need. She leaned down close, opened her
mouth wide, and caught the last few spurts of sperm in her greedy mouth.
She savored it, gurgling, then gulped it down. Thank goodness Matt had his
eyes closed and didn't see the outrageous thing she was doing.

"Oh, wow, Mom, thanks," he breathed at last, "That was one off the
best!"

Donna jerked her head away from his cock and sat stiffly as he opened
his eyes. She tried to look at him sternly, but he just smiled at her
dreamily.

"Matt, you are to forget everything that happened tonight, and you're
never to mention it to me or anyone ever again", she said, nervously. "I'm
sure that by morning we'll both have come to our senses. I don't know what
came over me, but nothing like this will ever happen again. I'm going to
bed."

Donna dropped his cock, jumped to her feet, and fled from the room.


Chapter 3.

Matt stared after her as his mother stood up and hurriedly left the
room. He couldn't understand why she was so upset. As far as he was
concerned, the fun was just beginning. He'd thought his pretty mom was
starting to get turned on. But he hadn't reckoned with her adult hangups.
She really did have a thing about i****t.

Donna hurried to her room, closed the door, and started to undress. Now
that it was over, she couldn't believe what an outrageous thing she'd just
done. She'd actually made out with her own son! She had a dizzy
recollection of Matt kissing her, playing with her tits, then squeezing
her pussy through her clothes till she came like a bomb.

All that was so embarrassing, but the most embarrassing thing of all
was the way she'd jacked him off and swallowed his come. She was a decent,
respectable housewife and mother, and never in her wildest fantasies had
she imagined doing something like that. Her mind still reeling with the
enormity of what she'd done, Donna put on her nightgown and crawled into
bed.

One thing was for sure, she could never let it happen again. No matter
how desperately horny she was, she just couldn't seek her sexual
satisfaction with her own son. Maybe it was going to take a lot of cold
showers, or maybe she'd have to start jogging, but somehow she'd have to
keep her lust in check till after the divorce.

Then she could find a suitable lover, a man her own age. Donna promised
herself all these things as she tossed and turned in her lonely king-sized
bed. Her pussy was still hot with need. That one sharp orgasm Matt had
given her with his hand wasn't enough. It had just made her hungry for
more. Obviously she was going to have to rub herself off before she could
get to sleep.

She slid a hand down between her legs and felt the scorching, soaked
flesh of her pussy. But just as she inserted a finger into her slit and
began to stroke the fever-hot flesh, there was a tap at her door. She
jumped guiltily, whipped her hand off her pussy, and switched on the
bedside lamp.

"Yes?" she called.

"Mom," Matt said, "please let me come in. I have to talk to you."

Donna's fist instinct was to tell him to go away. After what had just
happened it would be dangerous to let Matt into her bedroom. Not because
of what he might do, but because of what she might let him do. Donna
agonised for a few seconds, then realized that the boy probably only
wanted to apologize for what had happened. Her little beat-off session
would just have to wait.

"Oh, all right, Matt," she said, finally.

Sighing with frustration, Donna sat up in bed, fluffed out her long
golden hair, and waited. Matt opened and closed the door gently and came
to sit on the edge of the bed.

As he approached, he noticed the sexy nightgown his mother was wearing,
something black and filmy that you could practically see through. It had
very narrow straps, and it was cut very low in front, showing Donna's deep
cleavage and much of her big, firm, creamy breasts. The sight certainly
did nothing to help quell Matt's lust for her.

He sat on the edge of the bed, as close to her as he could get, and
breathed in her heady perfume. He tried not to ogle the enticing swell of
her tits and tried not to act like a sex-fiend. But he felt like one. And
there was nothing he could do to keep his cock from swelling and rising,
obscenely tenting his jeans. He just hoped his mother wouldn't notice.

"What is it, Matt?" Donna asked impatiently.

"It's about what happened, Mom," he said. "I know you told me not to
talk about it, but I want to tell you something."

"I think I know what it is, dear," said Donna, "But It was just as much
my fault so there's no need to say you're sorry."

"But I'm not," Matt exclaimed.

"Y..You're not?!" Donna gasped.

"No, of course not," he said cooly. "I came to tell you how silly
you're acting. We could really have a great time together, Mom. We
wouldn't have to be horny all summer. I'd just like to help you get over
your hangups about it, that's all... so you can relax and let me give you
the cock you're obviously so hungry for."

Donna's mouth fell open. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. Her
oldest son seemed to see nothing wrong with fucking his own mother. In
fact he actually seemed to be scolding her for being so uptight about
committing i****t. Then her eyes drifted down to his fly, and she saw that
Matt had another very large hard-on.

"Oh, no," she moaned.

"Oh, yes, Mom," Matt said hoarsely. "it makes so much sense. We're both
horny... Let's just go with it."

He made a dive for her, pulling back the covers at the same time. Donna
was taken off-guard. The next thing she knew, he was lying on top of her,
and there was nothing between them but her thin flimsy nightgown. She
could feel his rock-hard cock pressing into her swollen pussy-mound.

Matt jammed his mouth over his mother's and shoved his tongue between
her lips, frenching her passionately. Donna's big tits swelled, and her
nipples went stiff against his chest. She just barely caught herself as
she began to grind her hips up at him in an urgent fucking motion. She
wanted to rub her mound against his cock. She wanted him to lift her
nightgown, slide down between her legs, and shove his hard young cock into
her. She wanted it so bad, she could hardly keep from moaning.

The only thing that saved her was reminding herself that this
attractive horny would-be lover was her own son. Otherwise she would have
surrendered to him eagerly. She struggled to keep her body stiff and
unresponsive as Matt gave her another long steamy tongue-kiss and ran his
hands over her tingling body.

At last Matt came up for air, his eyes hot and glassy with adolescent
arousal. His cock was incredibly hard, and it was throbbing violently
against her belly. He was all ready for a good hard fuck... unfortunately,
so was Donna. But she wasn't going to let him know that. She fought to
keep her body stiff and unresponsive, all the while frowning up at him.

"Stop it, Matt! I'm not interested!" she said sternly. "Please go away
and let me sleep."

"The hell you're not interested," he grinned. "You were plenty
interested out on the couch earlier, and I bet you're just as horny right
now... Let's find out!"

"Matt!" Donna gasped. He was sliding his hand up under her night-dress!

She didn't react in time, so she couldn't stop him as he shoved his
hand between her hot thighs and touched the scalding wet flesh of her
naked pussy. He felt her swollen pussy folds, the thick sticky cream, the
searing heat. It was obvious how insanely horny she was. Donna blushed
furiously, and Matt gave her a triumphant grin. He'd had enough experience
with girls to know what a hot, juice-filled pussy meant... his sexy mother
was dying to be fucked! He pushed her nightgown up further, uncovering the
pretty little blonde triangle of her cunt-bush, and began to stroke her
pussy.

"Ohhhhh, God!" Donna sobbed.

She couldn't help it... she creamed all over her son's fingers as he
gently but sensuously stimulated the fever-hot flesh of her cunt slit.
She'd always loved it when Carl played with her pussy. Just the most
feathery touches felt so exciting and she couldn't hide her hot response
as Matt's fingers explored the ultrasensitive flesh.

"Relax, Mom," he said soothingly, "I'm just touching you. It's no big
deal."

Her son's voice seemed hypnotic to her. She sank back against the
pillows and shivered with sensual pleasure as he petted and massaged the
hot juicy folds of her cunt. She couldn't stop creaming. She soaked his
fingers again and again with the molten liquid that seeped from her
thirsty little hole.

Matt was trying very hard not to show how wildly excited he was as he
played with his mother's pussy. He'd never felt a pussy that was more hot
and wet and ready. He wanted to get a look at it. Ever so gently and
slowly, he eased her thighs apart and bent her knees, till her pussy was
fully exposed to the light. He ogled her luscious-looking glistening pink
cunt flesh.

His beautiful mother seemed torn between embarrassment and arousal. She
clearly loved what he was doing to her, but she still wasn't responding
the way he wanted her to. It was almost as if her lust-filled brain had
reasoned that it was okay as long as she didn't actively participate
herself. No problem, thought Matt, he was halfway there. All he had to do
now was how to get her so turned-on that she'd forget her modesty and her
morality. He slid his fingers to the most sensitive spot of all, the
pulsating little nub of his mother's clit.

Grasping the slippery button between his thumb and index finger, Matt
began to knead it sensuously. Donna gave a helpless gurgle of pleasure and
drenched his fingers with yet another spurt of sizzling cunt-juice. Her
eyes fluttered, then closed, and her teeth flashed in a lusty grimace. His
technique was working great.

"Ohhhhhhhhh, honey," she moaned weakly, "you'd better not."

"I'll just get you off once, Mom", Matt lied. "Then you'll be able to
sleep."

She didn't reply to that, and he knew she wasn't going to fight it. His
stiff cock almost tore its way out of his pants as he began to masturbate
his own beautiful mother to climax. It was more exciting than any of the
jack-off fantasies he'd had about her. He rolled her clit between his
fingers and felt it throbbing harder by the second, his other hand
wandering freely over his mother's gorgeous, slender body from her thighs
to her tits.

"Ohhhhh, God!" Donna whimpered, her pretty face twisted into a lusty
snarl.

She knew how wrong it was to let her own son masturbate her, but she
literally couldn't bear to make him stop. She was going out of her mind
with horniness. Her lust was so strong and continual that her own fingers
couldn't satisfy her any longer. She needed a man, and Matt was the only
man available.

Somehow, tomorrow, she'd try to explain to him why it was wrong for a
mother and son to do the things they'd done, and why it couldn't continue.
But tonight she just didn't have the will-power to fight him. Donna closed
her eyes and shut out everything but the delicious sensations coursing
through her loins as a result of her son's expert fondling. He sure knew
exactly how to make a girl's blood boil. For a second, Donna wondered how
many other girls (or women) Matt had done this to. A pang of jealousy
stabbed through her for an instant at the thought, then it faded as she
felt the pleasure intensifying in her pussy. Soon, she was writhing in
total sexual abandon, grinding her cunt up at Matt's probing fingers like
the cock-hungry whore she was.

"Unnnnhhhhh, Matt! Yessss, baby!" she moaned, "my God, yesssssssssss!"

Matt gave a low lusty groan. More than anything in the world he wanted
to rip off his pants, throw himself onto his gorgeous mother, and fuck her
till her teeth rattled. He wouldn't rest till he'd fucked her. But he knew
it was too early to try that. It would really freak her out again if he
moved too fast.

He'd just have to be patient, playing little pussy games with her, till
she relaxed enough to go all the way with him. It might take a couple of
days, but it would be worth the wait. It would mean having his gorgeous
blonde mother for a bed partner all summer. That was something Matt was
more than willing to work for. So he kept his own lust in check as he
rolled her wildly throbbing fuck button between his fingers and brought
her steadily towards orgasm.

Very gradually Matt increased the speed and firmness of the
cunt-massage he was giving his mom, and every time he did, Donna moaned in
bliss and creamed all over his hand. By now her whole body was flushed
with arousal, and she was writhing and jerking her naked hips in a
helpless fucking motion, her luscious tits jiggling enticingly.

Matt wondered how his father could leave such a beautiful, sexy woman.
He shook his head in bewilderment. The old man had to be going through
some kind of mid-life crisis to do such a dumb thing. Matt had glimpsed
him once downtown with his new woman. She was nothing special, a pretty
girl but a bubblehead. She didn't have Mom's outstanding looks.

However the whole thing was Carl's loss and Matt's gain. Thanks to Carl
and his letch for that young girl. Mom was horny out of her mind, and Matt
had been handed this golden opportunity. He meant to make the most of it.
He really hoped his father never came back. Carl had never had much time
for the family anyhow, and Matt sure wasn't going to miss him... not now
that he had his mother literally in the palm of his hand!

He was massaging Donna's clit very fast now, and she was writhing,
moaning. and clawing the bed. Thick, pearly juice leaked from her cunt in
a steady flow, flooding down into her ass-crack. Her pussy felt hot as
fire, radiating its fierce heat over Matt's hand. Then Donna stiffened for
a few seconds, gave a sustained hoarse groan, and began to come.

"Unnnhhhh, God, yessss... rub my cunt... rub my cunt! I'm coming!" she
wailed. "Ohhhhhhh, unnnggghhhhh! Godddddd!"

Matt's cock gave a lusty buck and nearly ripped its way out of his
jeans. His own gorgeous mother was convulsing violently, coming harder
than he'd ever seen a woman come. She wrenched her way out of his grasp
and rolled helplessly around on the big bed, whimpering and squealing with
ecstasy. It was as if she hadn't come so hard in a long time, and maybe
that was so. At least, she hadn't gotten off with a man in three months.
Matt knew that for sure.

"Unnnnhhhhh, uuummmmm!" she moaned.

Matt stood up and quickly stripped. When Donna finally went still and
opened her eyes, she saw her naked son sliding onto the bed next to her.
She took in his lean hard-muscled young body, his hairless chest, and his
obscenely wagging dock. He reached for her, and Donna put her hands
against his chest and pushed him back.

"Matt... no.. we can't!" she cried.

"We don't have to go all the way, Mom," he assured her. "We'll just get
each other off with our hands. Please??!! I need it real bad!"

Donna could see that. The tantalizing evidence was right before her
eyes, practically poking her belly. More than anything in the world she
wanted Matt to roll on top of her and slide his magnificent hard cock into
her slippery, aching cunthole and fuck her like she needed to be fucked.
Instead she wrapped her fingers around his thick hard-on and started to
pump.

"All right, Matt," she said hoarsely, "we'll get each other off, and
then I want you to go to your own room."

"Okay, Mom," he said, "it's a deal."

He snuggled close to her, sighing with arousal as she worked his
swollen prick in her hot little fist. He'd far rather have fucked her and
suspected deep down that his horny mother wanted the same thing, but he
knew he had to be patient. And this was a lot better than nothing at all.
He slid his hand between her hot silky thighs and quickly located the
small juicy opening of her cunt, easing his thick middle finger into his
mother's steaming fuckhole.

"Ohhhhhhhh, fuck yessss!" Donna sobbed.

She couldn't prevent that lusty outburst. What she needed most of all
was something long and hard in her cunt, and her son's stiff middle finger
felt great. She soaked it with a huge gush of molten pussy-cream. Matt
pushed it into her as far as he possibly could, right to the last knuckle,
cramming her with it.

"Oh, Matt, yes... yes," she wept, "fuck me with your finger, baby... I
need it so bad!"

"I know, Mom," Matt said hoarsely, "and I'm gonna get you off real
good."

Donna closed her eyes and went with her lusts. There was nothing else
she could do at this point. Now that she had her son's finger in her
famished cunt, she had to come again or go crazy with frustration. Maybe
tomorrow she'd be able to think clearly again and get her incredible
horniness under control, but not tonight. She couldn't do anything but
surrender to Matt's delicious finger-fucking.

As he pistoned his stiff finger into her boiling little cunt, she
pumped his thick throbbing cock. Mother and son went at each other
frantically, both horny out of their minds. Donna felt herself rocketing
towards orgasm, and Matt felt his balls swell till they threatened to
burst. He also felt the inside of his mother's cunt, scalding hot, slick
with juice, and velvety smooth. Her cunt was really tight, too, nipping
and squeezing greedily at his finger.

He couldn't help thinking how fantastic it would feel to have his
swollen cock in that tight, sizzling little hole. And with any luck at
all, he would. In the next few days he intended to pursue his mother
relentlessly, till she gave him what they both wanted.

Donna didn't know what was going on in her son's mind, and it was just
as well. She would have panicked to know that he intended to fuck her, no
matter how much she protested. She wasn't even thinking about the future
right now. She was just pumping her horny little cunt up and down the
stiff skewer of her son's finger, till she teetered on the very brink of
climax.

"Ohhhhh, baby, do it to me real hard now," she panted, "I'm gonna
come."

"Me, too," Matt replied hoarsely. "Jack me off, Mom, do it real fast."

His finger went into high gear, and so did her fist. While Donna's hand
zipped up and down the massively engorged shaft of her son's cock, Matt
pistoned his stiff middle finger hard and deep in her steaming
cream-filled pussy. Wantonly, she hunched her hips up and ground her clit
against his hand, desperate for even more delicious sensations.

Within seconds, a body-wracking orgasm erupted in the smoking depths of
Donna's cunt and thundered out to shake her whole body. A split second
later she felt Matt's cock give a wild violent buck in her fist, and he
was shooting his thick hot cream all over her belly. Mother and son came
in unison, moaning and writhing together in total abandon.

"Ohhhhh, Matt, I'm coming, whaaahhhhh!" Donna wailed.

"Unnnnhhhh, shit, Mom! Me tooooooo! Awwwwwww!" Matt bawled.

Donna came like she'd been aching to come for the past three man-less
months. She came long and hard and thoroughly, and when it was over she
felt fully satisfied and ready for a good sound sleep. She just wished she
could get off like that every night, but of course it was out of the
question. This would have to be the one and only time she ever did
anything like this with her son.

"Alright, Matt, off to bed. You promised," she mumbled sleepily. "And
remember, we're not going to do this ever again."

"Right, Mom," he said, kissing her and sliding out of bed, "whatever
you say." No point in spoiling her sleep, Matt thought. Tomorrow he'd let
her know his intentions.


Chapter 4.

Donna slept soundly and peacefully all night. But just as daylight
began to stream in through her bedroom window, she started having a very
sexy dream. She was on an airplane and a young man was sitting beside
her. She couldn't quite see his face, but somehow Donna knew
instinctively he was young and handsome. They were sitting at the very
rear of the darkened cabin and the stranger was talking to her in a low,
soothing voice. Donna couldn't remember what he said, but the general
tone of his voice was sexy and compelling and, as usual, she was
extremely horny.

It was a night flight and the stewardess wasn't paying any attention,
so Donna let him feel her up. She unzipped his pants and took out his
cock and started pumping it. He slipped his hand inside her panties and
began to rub his long, slender fingers into her pussy. It was wild and
crazy and risky, and she recalled loving every second of it.

Towards the end of the dream, the stranger eased his finger into
Donna's cunt and started finger-fucking her. She writhed and moaned and
creamed all over his finger, aching to get off. Despite the risk of
being caught any second, she decided to take the plunge. She needed to
come so bad, she just couldn't resist.

Greedily she tightened her cunt around the young guy's pistoning
finger, getting as much friction on her overheated clit as she could. A
few seconds later his finger dug deep and hard, setting off her orgasm.
Donna moaned helplessly and went into body-wracking spasms as she
writhed in ecstasy. At that moment, the lights came up and for the first
time she got a good look at the young stranger's face. It was Matt!
Donna choked back a cry of horror as she looked into her son's sparkling
eyes and saw her own i****tuous lust reflected there.

"I'm go