Hot Mama

CHAPTER ONE

Joanne Hill nervously looked around the crowded waiting room of the downtown Los Angeles Greyhound Bus Station to see if anyone else noticed the kissing couple in front of her.

Christ! Why don't they stop? Joanne wondered to herself as she shook her head angrily and tried to concentrate on the tiny television screen in front of her.

But it was no use. Her eyes drifted back to the high-school students. She especially paid attention to the long, thick, hard cock that strained against the guy's tight jeans. Joanne could almost feel his big hands as they crawled across the girl's tight sweater, brushing and milking her mammoth jugs. No one else in the waiting room seemed to notice what was happening.

"Ohhhh," Joanne said out loud, then looked round cautiously to see if anyone noticed her low moan of frustration. People were shuttling in and out of the big, brightly lit room so quickly that Joanne could have been fingering her snatch-lips and few would have noticed.

"Greyhound coach from San Francisco now arriving at Service Dock Four," a voice boomed out of the speaker.

Joanne felt a bolt of shock rip through her body as she heard the announcement. Her son Doug was coming home on that bus for a vacation after six months in a military school, and here she was staring at a couple necking! A mother waiting for her son wasn't supposed to be thinking of hot dicks and big, hanging balls-at least, Joanne thought that that was a little improper.

"Ohhhh," the blonde moaned softly again as she tried to get up from the white fiberglass chair. But her legs were too wobbly from the sexual lust that gripped her beating clit. Joanne sank back into the seat and watched helplessly as the couple began grinding their bodies together with increasing frenzy. Joanne watched the girl's right hand slide down the teen's belly until it stopped directly over the twitching cock-bulge straining his fly. She closed her eyes and shuddered as she thought of the hot, throbbing sensation that girl must be feeling with her fingertips now.

It was as if she were living through the dream she'd been having night after night. Joanne imagined herself with a young man. He was tall, well-built and hung like a race horse! The two of them were always in some kind of dark room so that she couldn't make out his features too well. But she could tell that he'd been wanting her for a long time. Joanne could sense that from the tender way he moved his hands over her naked, sweaty body. Every movement made her jerk and twist shamelessly on the sheets as his fingers slid closer and closer to her twitching pussy-lips. Every raw nerve-ending in her mushy box strained to meet the crawling hands.

Joanne opened her eyes and tried to shake the memory of that dream loose. But her mind stubbornly refused to change channels as she pictured her hand sliding slowly up and down the hard, heavily veined cock that jerked inches away from her parted lips Joanne knew that in a second she'd be clamping her mouth around that long dick, sucking desperately at the cum-dripping rod as the young man hammered wildly at the back of her throat with his bulbous cock-head.

Her dream was suddenly shattered as she heard the girl whine out that she was going to miss her bus. Joanne watched in amazement as the teenaged brunette pulled away from her boy friend and straightened her blouse and skirt mechanically. Joanne riveted her eyes on the big bulge between the guy's legs, unconsciously licking her lower lip. She'd miss the Second Coming in order to get her fat twat lips around that cock!

Joanne sighed in disappointment. You could be choosey about dicks when you got fucked all the time. But it was a little over six months since the blonde had felt a cock hammering away at her pussy. She remembered her husband Bill and the way he used to have her crawling the walls with sexual heat before he blasted her clit with mind-ripping satisfaction.

Those memories didn't help her now. After Bill's death in the auto accident, Joanne was too confused to do much of anything, let alone take care of a teenaged son. Bill had managed to keep a rein on him. But Joanne knew that it would almost be impossible for her to do the same.

After a lot of thought, Joanne decided that the best thing for both her and her son was a military school she'd heard about in Walnut Creek. It was about twenty miles east of San Francisco and seemed to have a good academic and disciplinary program. Joanne didn't want to pack her son away for good. She just needed a little time by herself to think out her future plans.

Surprisingly, Doug wasn't angry when his mother told him of her decision. He even seemed to look forward to getting out of the public school and heading up north on his own. Joanne remembered the day he left-the way his deep blue eyes sparkled with excitement and how the wind blew his blond hair across his ruggedly handsome face as he climbed into the bus.

"Come on! Hurry up, Renaldo," the girl snapped as she jumped to her feet and started towards one of the loading docks in the terminal.

Joanne felt the blood rush to her face as the young man flashed a quick glance at her and winked slyly. He'd known that she'd been watching them all the time! Joanne felt like some kind of bitch dog who was advertising to all men that she was in heat.

But I am! Joanne whined to herself as she staggered to her feet and wobbled toward Service Dock Four. Sexual frustration gnawed and chewed at her pussy harder and longer every passing day. Joanne used vibrators, vibra-balls and her own expert fingers to try to relieve the scratchy itch in her box. She tried everything-everything except a long, hard thick dick.

"Hey, Mom!" Joanne heard a low, thick voice call out. "Over here!"

Joanne drove all thoughts of cocks and balls out of her head for the time being She couldn't be thinking of spurting jizz while she was embracing her son. She just couldn't!

"Doug!" Joanne called back as she saw a tall, muscular blond in a blue military uniform waving wildly at her from a doorway. Joanne watched as her son threaded his way through the crushing crowd until he was wrapping his powerful arms around her and lifting her slightly off the floor.

"Ohhh, put me down!" Joanne said, trying to ignore the ticklish pussy-flutterings that were making her snatch-walls grind hungrily against each other.

"Cod, you're looking good," Doug said, pulling back slightly and looking deeply into his mother's eyes.

Get yourself together, girl, Joanne said to herself as she felt her clit slowly filling up with blood and rising up out of its hot, fleshy surroundings.

"Hey, I hope you don't mind, but I brought a couple of friends home with me," Doug said as he turned around to see if they were behind him.

"Friends?" Joanne echoed mechanically. The house would be a lot different suddenly. For six months she'd been staring at the walls, wondering what it would be like to have a man inside again. Now, she was going to have a pack of them!

"Hey, over here!" Doug cried out to two other teens dressed in the same military uniform. Joanne felt her heart pounding like a trip hammer as the two studs sauntered over to her son.

"Bob Decker, Jim Smith-this is my mom," Doug said as he put his right arm back around Joanne's slender waist and hugged her affectionately.

"Pleased to meet you, Mrs. Hill," they said as Joanne smiled at her son. She was beginning to feel the first rivulet of snatch-juice seeping out from between her fat, hot cunt-lips and trickling through her wiry blonde pussy hairs. Joanne prayed that the teens wouldn't smell her snatch-juice as they stood in the middle of the waiting area of the bus station.

"Hey, come on. Let's get on home," Doug said as he pushed her gently forward.

"Uh, just a minute. I have to.." Joanne said unevenly, pointing at the ladies' room door.

"Sure. We'll wait, Mrs. Hill," Bob said, winking at her.

Joanne flushed slightly red, wondering if the teen had picked up her scent. He was almost as tall as Doug and a little stockier. He was swarthy, maybe Italian or Greek, and daddy handsome. His flashing smile and low voice promised more than Joanne could have hoped for. But what was she doing, wondering what kind of lover one of her son's friends would be?

"Oh, God!" she maoned out loud as she pushed the door opened and ran into one of the cabinets. Joanne couldn't hike her skirt up fast enough, sighing as she felt a rush of cool air blow up against her juice-soaked panties. The blonde slid her hands under the elastic waistband of her pink panties and groaned as she felt her wet pussy-hairs brush up against her slender fingers. Joanne could have stood in the tight cabinet all day, thinking of that necking couple and the winking Bob Decker. But her son and his friends were waiting outside. She had to bring herself off right now!

"Ummmmmmmmm," the woman groaned as she staggered backward until she slammed up against the rear cold white tile wall of the toilet cabinet. Joanne's knees trembled and nearly budded as she slid her right forefinger up between her puffy labes until it touched her sparking mound of clit-flesh.

"Ahhhhh!" Joanne moaned as she strummed her beating clit wildly with her finger. The blonde wanted to rip all her clothes off. She pictured the two teens naked, licking every hot inch of her body with their thick, sensuous tongues. Joanne bucked her thighs forward and up, impaling her juicing snatch on her right wrist as she thought of her hot pussy would welcome both teens' dicks.

"Uhhhh! Uhhhghhhh! Ahhhhhhhh!"

Joanne cried out as she felt herself teetering on the brink of a mini-climax. They were the only types she was having now. Suddenly the picture changed and she saw Doug in front of her, stark naked, and jamming his long, smooth cock between her cunt-lips.

"Noooo!" Joanne cried out, trying to drive the picture from her mind. But it stuck. She rolled her head slowly from side to side against the tile wall as she plucked and rubbed her swollen clit up to climax, thinking of Doug's face and body. As she felt the world around her explode, Joanne thought she could actually feel something hot and wet spraying into her sucking pussy. It was Doug, firing his lava-like jizz into her cunt as his lips slobbered over her tightly swollen tits.

"Christ!" Joanne moaned as she felt her legs finally buckle from under her. She reached out and managed to hold onto a collapsing purse rack. "Oh no, no, no," the blonde repeated over and over as she fought to get control of herself. This was something new. Joanne had never fantasized about fucking her son. She groaned softly to herself as she slid her saturated panties back up and dropped her skirt. She wondered if this kind of fantasy was normal for women who hadn't had sex for a while.

"Hello, ma'am?" a voice called out from the doorway.

Joanne stiffened, with embarrassment and surprise. Had someone been in the John all this time and heard her groans?

"Y-yes?" Joanne stammered, straightening her clothes and opening the cabinet door.

"I'm sorry, but some guys out here asked me to come in and see what was taking you so long. They- Oh, dear!" an old woman said as she perked up her nose and sniffed at the air. Joanne flushed a deep red and fought the feeling to run out of there with a towel over her head..

"Poor ventilation. Some kind of leak," the blonde mumbled as she brushed past the old woman and walked towards her son and his friends.

"Hey, come an! I want to see if the old homestead's changed any," Doug said as he put his arm around his mother's waist again and walked briskly out of the terminal. Joanne listened patiently to her son's description of the school and its programs, aware of the two guys walking closely behind her. Maybe it was her imagination, but Joanne thought she could feel the hot stares of both guys on her firm ass-cheeks. As Doug babbled on about the sports programs and how well he'd done in various swimming meets, Joanne wondered how long Bob Decker's and Jim Smith's dicks were, and if they'd be able to give her the kind of climax that was only a memory now.

"Hey, you've got to came up for the mini-Olympics," Doug said as he climbed into Joanne's car. "We're all in them-me, Jim and Bob."

"Oh?" Joanne said, turning around and smiling at the two guys as they climbed into the back seat.

"Right. I'm swimming the hundred-meter, and Bob and Jim are going in for the weight-lifting contest," Doug said as they turned out of the parking lot.

"I'll put that on my calendar," Joanne said, wondering what kind of muscles both teens had under those tight-fitting military uniforms.

As the city lights flashed by in the growing blackness of late afternoon, Joanne's mind was a kaleidoscope of sexual pictures. She thought of the couple fingering one another in the bus station., Then she pictured Bob Decker's body, dark, naked and hairy, grinding against her big tits. And there was Jim Smith, taller than Doug and slender, but with a kind of hidden quiet strength under those long legs that made her clit vibrate like a tuning fork.

"Hey, we're here!" Doug suddenly cried out, pointing at the darkened house.

Joanne couldn't believe it! It had been a miracle that they weren't killed. All she'd been thinking about was her rumbling twat and every kind of prick that could take care of it. Joanne didn't remember a thing about driving the car home!

"How long are you staying?" Joanne asked her son as they all dragged their duffel bags out of the car.

"We've got a week's vacation, Mom. Then it's back to the old grind again," Doug said, slamming the door shut and running up the walk to the front parch. Joanne watched him and smiled sadly. She didn't realize until now tow much she'd missed him.

"Hey, come on! Don't keep us out in the cold"' Doug called out to his mother.

"Sorry," Joanne said, walking briskly up the walk.

She could still feel her box shuddering and rumbling with frustration. It felt like her belly did when she was starving for food and couldn't eat for a while. The crotch of her panties clung to her still-swollen labes as she reached the top step of the porch and unlocked the door.

"We gonna eat?" Jim asked as they all walked into the large living room.

"That's all he thinks about-eating," Doug said, laughing softly at his friends.

Christ! I've got something for him to chew on! Joanne thought to herself as she felt her clit rising up from her hot snatch-flesh again.

"I've got some cash saved up from my allowance. Let's take your mom out and treat her," Bob said, smiling broadly at Joanne.

The woman looked from one teen to the other to the other, and suddenly felt like a little girl with a big wad of money in a candy store. She wanted everything she could see, and couldn't decide which one she was going to have first. Then Joanne remembered that one of the bodies was her son's.

"I-I think I'm a little tired. Why don't you guys go out for dinner and I'll go to bed?" Joanne said.

"Whatever you say, Mom. Let's change and get on the town," Doug said, racing up the stairs with his two buddies behind him. Joanne walked towards the large blue living-room couch and sat down at one end of it, wondering if Bob Decker's hand had brushed her right ass-cheek accidentally as he ran for the stairs after Jim.

"Unnnnhhhhh!" Joanne moaned, running her fingertips over her panting belly. They slid upward until they bumped against the tips of her brown, hard nipples. Her clit vibrated furiously in response as Joanne dug her heels into the mattress and hunched her thighs up slightly into the air. Joanne had been trying to sleep in bed. But she kept thinking of Bob Decker's body. Doug had said that the teen and his friend were into weight-lifting Joanne closed her eyes and pictured a big, muscular body crushing her into the groaning mattress. She imagined herself writhing under the teen's insistent hunches, begging bun to stuff his cock into her cunt. She wanted it sliding in and out of her aching, twitching snatch until his spasming cock fired its hot, heavy load of jizz. "Mmmmmmmmm," Joanne groaned softly between her tightly clenched teeth as she felt her snatch clamp down tightly against her probing fingers. It was going to be another night of clit-fingering and fantasizing. Joanne almost felt like crying. This was better than nothing, but- Suddenly Joanne yanked her fingers out with a soft, squishy pop as she heard a squeak on one of the stain. Had somebody broken into her house? Then she remembered the teens and thought that they were back. "Fuck!" someone whispered as he stumbled on one of the steps. Joanne felt her blood freeze as she realized that it was Bob's voice-and he was drunk. She heard him tripping on the rug, heading towards her room as he hummed some tune softly. At first Joanne wanted to jump out of bed and slam her door shut. Then a strange feeling crept over her. She realized that the other teens hadn't come home with him. They were probably still out drinking or looking for cunts to fuck. Joanne clenched her fingers together in a tight fist, then spread her legs wide apart. This was her big chance. She felt her pussy sucking, jerking and twitching as the shadow of the teen crossed her doorway. Joanne pretended to be asleep and positioned her body in such a way that would draw Bob into her room like a magnet.

"Mmmmmm- Oh, shit!" Joanne heard Bob say as he stopped at the doorway and peered into her room. She could feel his eyes crawling over her body as she tried to keep her eyes closed. Joanne heard his breathing grow heavy and uneven as she slowly drew her knees up and splayed her thighs even farther apart. She pretended to be having a wet dream, slowly rolling on the bed and grinding her wet labes together as tiny gasps came out of her mouth.

"Shit! Fuckin' shit!" Bob whispered hoarsely.

Joanne couldn't take it any more. She realized that the teen would probably just stand at the doorway unless he knew that she wasn't having a dream at all. She mustered up every ounce of courage she could, then opened her eyes and stretched out her arms.

"Come here. Fuck me. Oh, God, fuck me!" Joanne whispered hotly as she dropped her knees and hunched up her pussy.

"Huh?" Bob cried out, reeling back drunkenly. "Oh, please, please! Don't leave me like this," Joanne begged him, dropping her right hand and trailing her fingers lightly across a slick, tightly stretched cunt-lip.

"But, but…" Bob stammered as he held onto the doorway and stared drunkenly at her gaping gash.

"Jeeeesus, fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" Joanne moaned over and over and she dipped her fingers in and out of her sucking snatch rhythmically.

"Fuck, you're fuckin' right I will!" Bob almost shouted as he stumbled into the bedroom and started pulling at his shirt.

"Shut the door!" Joanne whispered nervously as she watched Bob unbutton his shirt. Her heart nearly tore through her rib cage as she saw his broad, muscular, hairy chest come into view. It was everything she'd imagine it would be.

"Don't like a crowd?" Bob sneered, turning around and slamming the bedroom door shut with a loud bang.

"Do you want to wake up the whole neighborhood?" Joanne hissed angrily at him. She was beginning to wonder if it was such a smart idea to invite Bob into her snatch after all.

"Babe, by the time I get through with you, you'll be screaming the walls don," Bob growled as he shrugged his shirt off and started unbuckling his belt.

Joanne hated to admit it, but she liked the kind of overpowering masculinity Bob had. He couldn't have been over eighteen, but he was acting like a stud of thirty. She watched in fascination as the teen pushed through the top button of his tight-fitting jeans, then grabbed the head of the zipper and slowly pulled it down. In the bright moonlight, Joanne could see thick tufts of wiry black cock hair poking out along the edges of Bob's opening fly.

"You're gonna like this, Mrs. Hill," Bob said teasingly as he finished opening his Levi's.

Joanne wanted to jump up and stick her hand into the dark, gaping hole in the teen's trousers. But she resisted the urge. It had been too long since she was in this kind of setting. And now that it was happening, Joanne wasn't going to rush the thing through.

"Ohhh, God, fuck me!" Joanne cried again. The words "fuck me" excited the hell out of her. It felt like centuries since she'd cried that phrase out. Now she was moaning and thrashing away on the bed, begging for cock.

"Look at this, bitch!" Bob cried out huskily as he jammed his thumbs into his Levi's and shoved them down to his knees.

"Ohhhhhhh!" Joanne cried out as she saw something big, long and thick spring out from the teen's crotch and bob crazily in the air. It was just like in her fantasy. There was a young man inches away from her with a huge, drooling cock. Her mind raced crazily as Bob finished undressing and crawled onto the groaning bed. It was a dream too good to come true.