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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 hard-on.

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 teenage 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.

"Ohhh 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.

"Oh god yssss," 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 cum," she moaned to her imaginary lovers. "Oh
god, I need to cum 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 ME!" 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 MEEE!" 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.

"OH GOD! OH GOD! OH GOD!" 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. W-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.

"Oh 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.

"Oh god, ohhhhh GOD!" 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 cum. 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, jezus... 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 cumming 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.

"Oh god, ahhhhhh! I'm CUMMING!" 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.

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 cumming any second.

"Oh yeah, Mom... fucking fantastic," he groaned,
"Faster! Oh fuck! 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.

"FUCK YEAH!!" 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 of 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
hang-ups. 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 cum. 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 first 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 agonized 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 coolly. "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 hang-ups
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.

"Oh 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.

"Oh 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,
YESSSS!"

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 cum.

Matt's cock gave a lusty buck and nearly ripped its way
out of his jeans. His own gorgeous mother was convulsing
violently, cumming harder than he'd ever seen a woman
cum. 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 cum 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.

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
cum 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 cum!"

"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 cumming, whaaahhhhh!" Donna wailed.

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

Donna came like she'd been aching to cum 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 caugh