Hot Mama

CHAPTER THREE

"Please don't tell Doug about last night," Joanne whispered to Rob over the kitchen table the next morning.

"Why not? He might want to get it on with his old lady," the teen said softly, winking at her as he finished drinking his glass of orange juice.

"No! Don't!" Joanne said, trying to fight down the hot, tight feeling that gripped her pussy at Bob's suggestion. Her cunt had become like a forest fire now. The teen had ignited something down deep in her box that couldn't be put out with just his loads of hot jizz. Even her son was turning her on!

"Come on, Mrs. Hill. This is 1976. Nobody's a prude now. If I had a mother who looked like you, shit, I'd try to crawl into her panties," Bob said as he looked around to make sure no one heard him.

"I don't care if this is 1976. I don't want to hear talk like that around Doug," Joanne hissed quietly as she heard her son climbing down the stairs.

"Okay, okay. But that doesn't mean that I can't crawl back into your sack later on," Bob whispered as he turned around to greet his friend.

"HI, Mom!" Doug chirped out as he walked over to his mother and hugged her gently.

"Ohhh, sit down and finish your breakfast," Joanne said, flushing red as she flashed a quick glance at Bob and saw him smiling broadly at her, He seemed to know more about her feelings than she did.

"Sorry about coming home late last night, but Jim and I just got to talking and, well, you know how it is," Doug said as he started downing his pancakes.

"That's okay. Your mother and I had a nice talk last night," Bob said, smiling slyly at Joanne.

"You were up? I thought you said you were going to bed," Doug said, looking at his mother curiously.

"Oh, I… I couldn't sleep and came downstairs to watch television. Bob came in and we had a little chat," Joanne stammered out as she flashed a warning look at Bob.

"Christ! I hope he didn't tell you any of my secrets," Doug said, kicking his friend playfully in the shin.

"Where's your other friend?" Joanne asked, desperately trying to change the subject.

"Still in bed. Why don't you wake him up, Mrs. Hill?" Bob asked, stifling a laugh that was building in his belly.

Before Joanne could answer, Jim waked slowly into the room and smiled hello to the blonde.

"Come on Jimmy. Eat breakfast fast. I want to show you around the rest of the neighborhood," Doug said as he got up and opened the refrigerator door.

Joanne stood quietly at the other end of the kitchen, leaning against the sink as she stared at the three eating teens. The image of all of them fucking her at once came back to her suddenly. She'd had it slip through her mind when Bob was fucking her. Now it came back in all its fury, making her legs tremble and her knees almost buckle from under her. Joanne had to fight back the almost overpowering urge to blurt out, "I want to fuck all of you now!"

Doug was the first to finish.

"I'll be outside, slowpokes," he said, running over to his mother and kissing her lightly on the forehead before running out the back door. Joanne tried to ignore Bob's stares and winks as Jim finished next and said good-bye politely to her.

"Well, should I pretend to be sick or something?" the teen asked as Jim disappeared out of the kitchen.

"What do you mean?" Joanne asked nervously as she felt her snatch fire up like a blast furnace. Rob had gotten up from the table and walked slowly over to her. Joanne automatically shifted her eyes down from his face to his crotch and noticed that something was twitching and pressing against his jeans.

"Come on, Mrs. Hill," the teen said as he rubbed his crotch against her thighs.

"Don't! They'll see you! They're waiting for you," Joanne panted as she felt her nipples poking angrily against her tight bra.

"Okay. Play hard-to-get. Maybe you're a little tired of my dick. Maybe I'll send Doug home to satisfy his mother's snatch," Bob said a little sullenly.

Joanne realized the teen night blurt put something if she were to send him away angry.

"No, it's not that. It's just that, I mean, I've just got to get my bead together. I mean, it's been six months since-since, well you know what. And I'm confused about it all. Especially when the man who-who laid me was only eighteen. It's a little strange for me to accept that, especially since I'm over thirty," Joanne said unevenly as she felt Bob's big hands crawl invitingly over her goose-fleshed, hot skin.

"Hey, don't worry about that," Bob said, the tone of his voice suddenly changed. "Like I told you last night, you're better than most girls I've fucked half your age."

"Please, just let me think it out," Joanne insisted, reaching up and gently pushing the teen away.

"Okay, I understand," Bob said, smiling gently at the blonde, then giving her a playful pat on her ass before he ran out the back door.

"Ohhhhhh!" Joanne cried out, reaching behind her to the sink for support. She almost told Bob to pretend to be sick so that she could wrap her legs around his back and get fucked by the teen all over again.

"Be home late this afternoon!" Doug shouted out as he, Jim and Bob walked down the street.

Joanne waved cheerily through the side window and watched the three teens until they disappeared around the corner.

"God, what am I going to do?" Joanne asked out loud as she leaned against the wall and ran the fingers of her right hand through her long blonde hair. The tight, hot feeling in her pussy was growing stronger and stronger. Joanne knew that she needed a cock soon to bring her off or she'd be unable to do anything around the house. The blonde almost wished that Bob hadn't fucked her last night. Before his cock spat out its jizz in her pussy, at least Joanne could move around. Now all she could think of was dick and how to get more of it. She was beginning to feel she was a nympho.

"This is silly!" Joanne said to herself out loud as she shook off the feeling temporarily and picked up her purse from the living-room coffee table. She had shopping to do if she was going to feed those three hungry mouths.

Hungry mouths! Joanne thought to herself as she closed the front door behind her. She pictured Doug, Bob and Jim nibbling, gnawing and tearing at her swollen pussy-lips like wolves fighting for a piece of meat.

As she climbed into the car, Joanne wondered where all this hot mushy feeling in her cunt would end.

"Ohhhhh!" Joanne moaned as she threw open the front door to her home and dropped the sack of groceries onto the chair near the couch. For four hours she'd tried to forget about clicks. And for four hours, all she noticed were men's crotches. At the grocery store two fat old men had tried to slide their hands across her ass as she was bending down to get some frozen vegetables buried in a freezer. The butcher tried to get her in the locker, offering her some choice "meats" that weren't out for public display. Even, man in the store seemed to guess that she was a woman with an unsatisfied pussy. And every man was offering his cock as a chance for her to finally scratch that irritating yet lovely itch in her cunt.

Then Joanne had parked the groceries in the store's meat cooler and decided to see a movie. Of course, she by-passed all the Walt Disney flicks and managed to sneak into a Pussycat Theater on Santa Monica Boulevard. Joanne managed to slip into a seat without attracting any attention. After focusing her eyes on the screen, she understood why no one saw hen The movie opened with a shot of a blonde sitting at a desk and typing some kind of manuscript. As the camera peeped in over her right shoulder, Joanne could see what kind of manuscript the girl was working on. It was a porno story, and the section of the chapter dealt with two men fucking a woman at the same time. The girl would type a few sentences, then stop and reach under the desk, obviously fingering herself to get a little relief before getting back to her manuscript.

Then she suddenly pushed the typewriter away from her in obvious irritation. She wore a white dress that barely covered the tops of her thighs. Joanne could see the girl's nipples poking desperately at the clinging material. As the girl reached under her dress, Joanne did the same, feeling the fire in her snatch as intensely as the girl on the screen obviously did.

Then the camera angle changed and focused on the big dark spot between her widely spread legs. Wisps of dark hair hung out of either side of her panty crotch. The girl was moving her hands slowly until she was rubbing her pussy through her panties. Joanne felt her breath getting shorter and shorter as she watched a small dark spot appear on the girl's panties, then spread until the entire crotch piece was soaked through with hot pussy-juice. This was no acting. The girl was working herself up on camera for the whole world to see.

"Mmmmmmmmmm," Joanne moaned out involuntarily as the girl continued to rub her pussy. Gradually, she worked one finger into the leg of her panties. Joanne felt her mind spinning as she watched the girl's mouth spring open and her eyes shut tightly. Her finger-probings became wilder and wilder as she reached up and pulled down her dress. The girl's tits flopped out and revealed two long, hard spikes at each end.

As the girl kept on fingering herself up to climax, the door opened up and her "boss" stepped in. At first he seemed disgusted at what he saw. Then he watched, and slowly started massaging his own groin. When he unzipped his pants and pulled out a long, thick, knobby twelve-inch dick, Joanne realized she had to get out of the theater or start a scene of her own.

"Watch it! Hey!" a few men mumbled as Joanne stumbled down the aisle and ran out the rear door. She couldn't believe this was happening to her! Just a few days ago she was a respectable if somewhat unsatisfied housewife. Now here she was, fucking teens behind her own son's back and sneaking into porno theaters so that she could get herself off.

"Like the show, sweet tits?" a leering cashier asked as Joanne tried to sneak out of the theater lobby. Everybody seemed to have her number now.

Joanne walked around the shopping mall near the theater for several hours after that scene, flying to understand what was happening inside her mind and body. She was beginning to notice looks men gave her that had passed over her head before. If it weren't for the last shred of respectability that she still clung to, Joanne would have fallen down on her back and invited every man in the shopping mall to have at her cunt.

"Got to get relief!" Joanne mumbled to herself as she shut the door behind her and raced to the stairs. She still had some time before the guys got home. She was in no condition to meet them now at the front door, Her old friend Mr. Dildo would take care of that itch for the time being.

"Mmmmmmmm," she moaned as she tore off her blouse, skirt, bra and panties. Every movement seemed to spark off new shocks of sensual electricity in her hot pussy. As the blonde turned around to her bed, she looked into the full-length mirror on the adjoining bathroom door.

"Not bad for a thirty-nine-year old broad," she said out loud as she admired her full, ripe titties and smooth thighs. Bob was right. She did have a better shape than most women even half her age. There were no wrinkles, stretch marks, or sagging jugs on her body.

Joanne inhaled sharply. And a plastic cock was going to take care of that body now. She sighed, then rolled onto the bed, reaching under the box springs and pulling out a white, ten-inch-long vibrator.

"Mmmmmmmmmm," Joanne moaned as she turned on the button and felt the vibrations go through her fingers. Almost immediately she felt her clit pop vp and begin to vibrate in time to the dildo. Joanne lay back and spread her legs wide

"Got to get relief!" Joanne mumbled to herself as she shut the door behind her and raced to the stairs. She still had some time before the guys got home. She was in no condition to meet them now at the front door, Her old friend Mr. Dildo would take care of that itch for the time being.

"Mmmmmmmm," she moaned as she tore off her blouse, skirt, bra and panties. Every movement seemed to spark off new shocks of sensual electricity in her hot pussy. As the blonde turned around to her bed, she looked into the full-length mirror on the adjoining bathroom door.

"Not bad for a thirty-nine-year old broad," she said out loud as she admired her full, ripe titties and smooth thighs. Bob was right. She did have a better shape than most women even half her age. There were no wrinkles, stretch marks, or sagging jugs on her body.

Joanne inhaled sharply. And a plastic cock was going to take care of that body now. She sighed, then rolled onto the bed, reaching under the box springs and pulling out a white, ten-inch-long vibrator.

"Mmmmmmmmmm," Joanne moaned as she turned on the button and felt the vibrations go through her fingers. Almost immediately she felt her clit pop vp and begin to vibrate in time to the dildo. Joanne lay back and spread her legs wide apart as she moved the artificial cock up to her cunt-lips.

"Ahhhhhhhh!" she cried out, wailing the cool smooth tip of the dildo along the hairy outer edges of her furry cunt. The vibrator plowed through the thick, blonde forest of curly cunt hairs as the instrument seemed to turn her pussy into a mass of silly putty.

"Oh, Bob, Bob!" Joanne moaned as she started poking the first few inches of the plastic dick into her sucking snatch. She pictured the powerful teenager as he was last night-slightly drunk, passionate, drooling with lust as he battered her upturned twat with his twitching dick.

"Mmmmm, Doug! Doug!" Joanne moaned, realizing barely that the image of the man over her was gradually changing. Slowly, she saw that it was her son she was thinking of, crouching over her writhing body and tickling the tips of her tits with his long tongue as he whispered filthy obscenities in her ear.

"Ohhh, noooo!" Joanne cried out, trying to drive the picture out of her mind. But it kept coming back. As she dug more inches of the vibrator into her mushy box, Joanne saw her son's eyes glaze over with unutterable lust.

"Doug! Doug!" she moaned again, realizing now that it was her son she wanted. His cock was the one that could put out the fire raging in her spasming box.

"Mom!" someone somewhere seemed to answer her.

At first Joanne thought it was her own active imagination. Then gradually she realized someone was standing in the doorway to her bedroom.

"What? I- OH, MY GOD!" Joanne shrieked, pulling the dildo out of her snatch and throwing it wildly across the room. She reached down and pulled the covers tightly to her tits as her face flushed wildly red with shame.

"I-I didn't know. I mean-" Doug stammered, leaning against the doorway and staring hotly at his mother. Joanne wanted to crawl into the deepest hole she could find and pull the ground over her head. Her son had found her in the worst possible position, moaning his name over and over. There wasn't any. way she could bluff her way out of this one. Only an idiot wouldn't understand the significance of her groans.

"Doug, I can explain. I mean, I can't in a way. But you've got to realize. It's been a long time since your father's died and-well, I'm a normal woman with-" Joanne stammered.

"With abnormal needs?" Doug finished.

"Oh, God!" Joanne moaned, lowering her head and burying her face in her hands.

"Christ! That fuckin' thing's bad enough. But what were you doing calling out my name?" the teen asked, pushing himself into the bedroom.

"I-I can't explain it," Joanne moaned, wishing that her son would run out of the house. She could take him shouting out what he'd found to everyone in the neighborhood. But he was trying to understand everything. Even in this situation, Joanne could feel her snatch rumbling crazily. She didn't know if she could keep her hands off him now.

"Do-do you want me to fuck you?" Doug finally asked, sitting gently down on the bottom corner of the bed.

"What? WHAT?" Joanne cried out, hardly believing what she heard him ask.

"I said, do you want me to fuck you? I mean, if you do, I'll take care of it," Doug said simply.

"I-I don't understand. I-"

"I was almost glad when Dad died," Doug confessed after a long pause.

"Doug!" Joanne cried out, dropping the covers and revealing her big jugs.

"I was! I used to hear the two of you fucking for what seemed like hours. I wanted to be where he was, jamming his big dick into you! You don't know how I used to jack off behind the door. I used to try to time my coming with yours!"

"Jesus!" Joanne cried out again, feeling her pussy warm up like a toaster.

"I got pretty good at it. I'd close my eyes and wet down my fingers, pretending that they were your snatch-lips. Then I'd picture you wriggling all around under me as I slipped my dick into you. Then just when I heard you come, I shot my wad," the teen confessed.

"Oh, honey, I didn't know. Oh, Jesus, if I had. Oh, God," Joanne said, pushing down the coven until the top curls around her snatch came into view.

"But we can take care of that now, can t we?' Doug asked.

Joanne looked into her son's deep-blue eyes and felt her heart pound wildly.

"Yes! Yes, God, yesssss!" Joanne cried out as she reached forward and wrapped her arms around Doug's slender neck. She closed her eyes and opened her mouth as she felt his breath blow against her cheeks. In one flash, all her dreams had come true. Her son's mouth was clamped tightly down on her lips, sucking her tongue into his oral cavity as his hands crawled up her flat belly towards her hanging jugs.

"Jesus, Doug. I need your cock. Oh, God, Mom's got an itch down there that needs to be scratched. Oh, God, do it for me, honey," Joanne moaned. She knew she didn't have to talk like that to her son. But it excited her to do it.

"Get your mouth on my cock, Mom," Doug answered, starting to pull his Levi's open.

"Mmmmmm," Joanne murmured, jerking her mouth away from Doug's and plunging her head down between the teen's legs. Before Doug could stop her, she started working her lips around her son's big dick through his Levi's. Joanne could feel his cock throbbing with her lips, and timed her oral massage with the vibrating of Doug's big, knobby prick.

"Shiiiit," the teen moaned, reaching down and gently holding onto his mother's bobbing head with his hands as Joanne started at the base of the teen's cloth-imprisoned prick and worked her way to the top. She slid back to the base again and repeated her actions, soon soaking the material with her spittle. Automatically Doug began thrusting his hips back and forth, arching his back to force his stiff cock against Joanne's hot face. "Ohhhhh! Nnnnnnghhhh! Ohhh, Mom! Mom! I can't- Oh, fuckin' Jeeesus!" Doug kept moaning.

Joanne loved hearing her son groan like that. If her session with Bob was dragged out, she wanted this one to last all afternoon and into the night. It was her son she'd been wanting all along. And now that she had him, she wasn't going to let him go all that fast.

"Shit!" the teen cried out, then broke down into a series of guttural growls and sobs as Joanne reached up and started unbuttoning his fly.

"Cock! Cock!" Joanne whispered huskily as she ripped open his Levi's.

"Easy… Ohhhhh, shittttt!" the teen cried out as the full length of his hot, hard rod sprang out into the air. Joanne jerked her head back. If Bob's cock was big, Doug's was mammoth. It was almost the image of her late husband's prick. Thick, long blue veins wrapped themselves the full eleven inches of the teen's dick, throbbing with each beat of Doug's heart. The tightly stretched cock-skin seemed to grow slicker and shinier with each passing second. Joanne's widely opened eyes traveled from the thick, hair-covered root of Doug's dick up to the purple, flanged, tip of the teenager's quivering shaft. A tiny opaque drop of cum oozed out of the long slash at the tip of his prick-head and trickled down the tightly stretched skin of Doug's dick-tip.

"I want that cock!" Joanne said determinedly.

"Mom, easy. I'm gonna come if you-" the teen started to say.

But Joanne had other plans besides talking. Gently she pressed the thick rod between her fingers, forcing the piss-slit open farther. Another small drop of jizz oozed out as the teen groaned with delight. As she pressed her thumb hard against the sensitive underside of Doug's stiffened cock, Joanne slowly slid her index finger up over the crown and began to smear the clear fluid around in circles on the teen's silky cock-head.

"Fuck! Fuckkkkkkk!" Doug moaned.

Joanne looked up and saw her son close his eyes and bite down into his lower lip. His hips jerked, then hunched forward with every gentle squeeze the blonde gave her son's fully extended dick.

"Unniihhhh!" the teen cried out again as Joanne reached out and placed one hand around his slender waist.

"Please. Get out of those damned clothes," Joanne said urgently.

"Mom, are you sure? I mean, there's no going back if we-" Doug started to say.

"I want your dick up my cunt. Does that sound like I don't know what I'm doing?" Joanne asked him, seeing that he was just as unsure about mother-son fucking as she was. Somebody had to take the lead now, and she was going to take it if he didn't.

"Okay. Shit, I can't believe this is happening," the teen said as he slid off the bed and unbuttoned his shirt quickly.