Donna Allen
Eager naughty mom

CHAPTER ONE

Alice Larson glanced at her oldest son and smiled. She plumped a pillow behind her back and continued reading her magazine. She glanced at him again. Was it possible that the boy was masturbating right here in the den? Could it be that he didn't think she would recognize the squirming around and fidgeting?

She was a divorced woman with three teenage Sons and sometimes the responsibility was overwhelming. Her ex-husband, the boys' father, hardly ever came around. When he did, he passed out money and thought he was doing his job as father of three boys. Alice was proud that she was doing so well. None of the boys had ever been in trouble or involved with drugs. Nowadays that was enough for a mother to be happy about.

Now she gazed at Jake and fought back a giggle. He had one hand deep in his robe pocket. He'd stayed home from school with a cold and was wearing pajamas under his robe. But it would be easy enough to stick his hand inside his fly. And she happened to know there was a big hole in the pocket of his robe. She'd noticed it the week before when she'd tossed the robe into the washer. She'd meant to fix it, but hadn't gotten around to it.

She smiled to herself and pretended to be engrossed in her magazine. Jake had a newspaper on his lap and pretended to read it. Alice knew he wasn't reading. His eyes were shut at the moment and his face looked tense.

He must have realized she was watching because he opened his eyes and began reading. The hand in his pocket was suddenly still, but Alice saw the paper rustle slightly and knew his cock was stirring.

She rose up, stretched and yawned, and dropped her magazine. "Want something The boy's eyes bore into her tits. She pulled the belt to her robe more tightly around her curves. Maybe it wasn't fair to walk around the house with her bare tits hanging out. Maybe she ought to be more circumspect, now that the boys were growing up.

"Yeah, I wouldn't mind some milk," he said.

Alice's eyebrows arched. She hugged her arms around her chest. "You look at my boobs and think of milk." She tousled his hair and the boy blushed. "I better start covering up around here."

When she returned from the kitchen, she handed him a glass of milk and a plate of cookies. "I only do this for sick boys," she said, plopping down on the sofa.

He wolfed down the food and the milk and when he was through he pushed his hand back into his pocket. This time Alice knew for certain he was jerking off.

She kept her magazine on her lap and gazed at him occasionally. She liked to see how excited he was becoming. It gave her a feeling of power. Maybe her marriage had failed, but her sons thought she was a sexy woman. That was something anyway in this lousy world.

She found herself teasing him. I'm entitled, she thought. He'll be jerking off anyway. Why shouldn't I have a little fun out of it?

She wondered if the boy was a virgin. She'd never discussed sex with any of the boys. She'd insisted their father tell them the facts of life. She hadn't even seen Jake's cock since he was six. He made her leave the bathroom while he was peeing and after that he always locked the door when he showered.

The other boys followed his example and it had been a while since she'd seen a cock around the house. She sighed. Sometimes she thought it would be nice to have a daughter. She felt left out of what seemed to her to be a secret society of jock straps and hard-ons.

Her sex life was uneventful. Whenever she met a man and he found out she had three children, he cooled off. She didn't like to bring men home once the boys were old enough to know what was going on. So the only alternative was going to a man's apartment if he lived alone. Most times they didn't. She walked around horny a good deal of the time.

Now as she watched Jake's hand move around inside his pocket she felt her pussy itch. How long had it been since she'd gotten well fucked? At least a year. She deserved more than that. Sure, she masturbated regularly. But jerking off didn't take the place of a good stiff prick.

It didn't seem right somehow that her own son should be sitting in front of her and jerking off. Wasting a good hard-on. While she was horny. It just didn't seem right.

She put her magazine down and let her robe slip open to reveal most of her thighs. They were ripe and round, as was the rest of her body. She noticed Jake staring at her.

"Interesting article?" she said.

"It's okay." The hand in his pocket stopped moving.

She raised her arms over her head and pretended to stretch. She was well aware that half of her tits became exposed by the movement. "How do you feel?"

"Better." His eyes widened as he stared at her lush cleavage. His hand began moving frantically in his pocket.

"Maybe I'll go upstairs and get dressed," she said. Her robe opened a little more and revealed the tops of her big pink nipples.

"Okay," the boy croaked, his hand working madly inside his pocket.

Alice's juices began flowing. She leaned forward and made a quick decision. She thrust her shoulders back and pushed her tits forward. "Are you staring at my tits or is it just my imagination?" she said. them in my face!"

"Why you mouthy kid," she giggled, letting her legs fall open.

"Well, you are, Jake said defiantly, his hand working faster inside his pocket.

"So are you," she said, leaning forward and letting her tits flop around.

"Yeah, who do I take after?" He grinned, no longer trying to hide the movements of his hand.

"That's what I get for raising you boys to be assertive," she said. She cupped her tits through her robe and worked her fingers over her giant globes. "If you want to see them, why don't you ask nice?"

Jake stared at her, his face crimson and his eyes slitted. "Jesus, Mom, what are you saying?"

She abruptly opened her robe and revealed her naked tits. "I'm saying if you want to see them, take a good look."

"Jesus!" he said, pumping away inside his pocket.

She squeezed and kneaded her velvet skinned tits. "Want to touch?" she whispered.

"Do you mean it?"

"Come here and I'll show you that I do," she said, extending her hand.

He moved from his chair to the sofa and sat down close to her. She took his hand and held it against her. The hand he'd been using to jerk off with was warm and moist.

"You were jerking off, weren't you?" she said.

He flushed. "Yeah." He looked down at the floor.

"I'll help you if you want me to."

He worked his lips and a fine film of perspiration erupted on his forehead. "You will?"

She nodded sexily and licked her lower lip. She rummaged around inside his pocket and found the hole. She reached down until she found his cock. She curled her fingers around it. In his excitement he'd lost his hard-on. She knew she could get him hard again with no trouble. She had every intention of doing so.

There was only one problem. "Are you a virgin, son?" she said.

He grinned proudly. "Shit, no."

She released his cock and took his hands in hers. She moved them to her chest and placed them on her tits. She threw her head back and took a deep breath. How good it felt to have a man's hands on her boobs even if the man was only a kid.

"Touch me!" she hissed. "Keep touching me like that!"

Her pussy gushed juice as the teenager squeezed her boobs. She closed her eyes and spread her thighs wide apart. She was very wet and very hot. She felt like a bitch in heat. There was something primitive about her feelings. Something primitive and natural.

"Shit, Mom, they're so big!" Jake said in a hushed voice.

"Pinch my nipples," she said.

"Like this?" He pinched her nipples gently.

"Harder."

He grinned and she noticed his lips trembling. He was nervous. Well, so was she. It wasn't every day a mother committed incest with her son.

She reached for his lap and pushed his robe open. His cock was standing up from his fly, half-hard and throbbing. She gripped it and he grimaced.

"Did I hurt you, darling?" she said.

She leaned over and kissed him on the lips. "I'd like you to suck my tits, Jake," she said softly. "Would you do that for Mother?"

He stared at her hard. "I'll do anything you want, Mom."

She rubbed the tip of his prick and felt his juice drip out. "And I'll do whatever you want, too, within reason," she said.

She closed her arms around his neck and frenched him hotly. He sat perfectly still and flicked his tongue into her mouth. The kisses were awkward, but delightful to the horny mother.

"Oh, dear, that's nice," Alice said as the boy tongued her. "You're making me very hot, darling." She stroked his face. "Why don't we take these things off and get more comfortable?"

He rose up and slipped his robe off, all the while staring at her nakedness. "You saw what I was doing all the time, huh?" he said.

She nodded and slipped her arms out of her robe. "How could I miss it?" she giggled. "Your hand was going like crazy."

His face was red and he grinned adorably. He stared at her lush tits, but seemed to purposely avoid looking at her thick-muffed cunt. She was a mass of excitement. Her cunt was a swamp of lubrication. She gripped his cock and caressed the bulbous head.

"I have the strangest desire to have your cock in my mouth," she said.

He grinned. "Honest?"

"I never lie," she said. "You have to admit I never lie."

She squeezed his cock-root and the boy groaned. "Shit, Mom, I hope I don't come all over your hand."

The aroma of him and the stiffness of his cock made her forget everything else. "If you do I'll make it hard again," she said. "I'm an old pro at this."

The boy turned pale when she leaned over and sniffed his prick. "Did you think I was going to suck it?"

"Yeah." His nostrils flared with excitement.

"You're certainly big enough," she mused. "Are your brothers this big?"

"Yeah, I guess so."

"My boys," she said. She pumped his prick and the boy groaned. She clutched him without pumping. "See how hard my nipples are? It's because you pinched them so nicely. I'm so hot now. Suck them now. Jake, Mother wants more." She pouted as she hefted her tits and pointed them at his lips.

"You mean it?" His eyes were dark and shining.

"You bet, baby."

She moved closer until they were knee to knee. She covered his prick with her hand and waited. He swallowed hard and lowered his head and swiped the tip of his tongue over her nipple.

"More!" she said, eyes shut tight and lips pulled back over her teeth. She felt a tiny orgasm engulf her. How hot she was! How good to have a man's lips on her tits!

She grabbed him and kissed him, her warm tits spilling against his chest. She thrust her tongue deep into his mouth and they fell over onto the sofa.

Alice landed on top. She climbed up and dropped one of her tits into the boy's mouth. "Suck!" she commanded and he obeyed with enthusiasm. "So good!" she sighed, feeding him one boob after the other. "Just like a man, baby. You suck just like a man." Better than most, she thought.

Meanwhile her cunt rested on his prick and balls. She wiggled around and felt the heat of his dick on her pussy. She moved a hand between them and brushed his dick with her fingers. He sucked away at her tits and she felt another orgasm rage through her.

She was embarrassed. A woman with a normal sex life wouldn't get off so easily. It was because she was so horny that she came just from having her tits sucked. Or was it because it was her son who was sucking them?

He slurped and slobbered over her tits and she felt his prick lurch around under her. She reached down and gripped it in her fist and pumped it frantically. She felt proud of his strong young body. It was she who had given birth to him. And what a fine young man he was!

"I want to suck your cock," she said.

He spit her tit out. "Jesus Christ!"

"Just relax and Mother will do everything." She inched her way down his body until her face hovered over his dick.

She examined his rod and balls, delighted to see his cock was as big as a grown man's. His cockhead was rosy and a generous glob of fuck-cream oozed continually from the tip.

He gazed at her. longingly and she deliberately brushed her tits over his thighs. She pushed his legs apart and settled down between them, savoring the warmth of him and the fragrance of his genitals.

She stroked his hairy balls with one hand and pursed her lips hungrily. She squeezed his rod, teasing and tantalizing him with her fingers. She smeared his spunk over his cockhead and slid the ring of her fingers up and down his shaft.

"Does this feel better than when you were doing it before?" she said.

"Shit, yeah!"

"Have you ever masturbated in front of me before."

He nodded and smiled. "Yeah, a lot."

"I never noticed before," she said, swiping her tongue over his cockshaft. "Does it excite you to jerk-off with me around?"

"Yeah." His face twisted with arousal and he writhed his ass on the sofa.

"Did you ever come when I was in the room.

"Once."

"You devil, you," she said. She opened her jaws wide and took his cockhead into her mouth.

He bucked up, heaving and groaning and coming in her mouth. Alice clamped her lips over the wide rim of his knob. She had no intention of losing a drop. It had been a long time since she'd taken a delicious load in her mouth. Too long.

The boy continued thrashing around and she held his balls and felt them empty. She swallowed a few times and at the end she kept a glob of spunk in her mouth and let it roll around her tongue.

"Look at me, Jake," Alice said after she'd swallowed every last drop of his jism.

"I'm sorry, Mom," he said miserably. He covered his eyes with his arm.

She gently moved his arm away. "Look at me, Jake," she said, climbing around and laying on her side, next to him.

"What?" His eyes were glazed with tears.

"What you did was very natural and lovely," she said.

"Oh, Mom, I shot off too soon!"

She kissed his cheek and hugged him; "No, you didn't come too soon. I loved it. Don't you know how exciting it is for a woman to swallow a man's jizz?"

He wiped his eyes with his arm. "Do you mean it?" He sounded like a little boy again.

"Yes, Jake, I mean it with all my heart."

They lay in each other's arms a long time. She stroked his chest and felt the beat of his heart. There was so much she wanted to teach the boy. Things only an experienced woman could instruct him in. The fact that he was her son had little to do with it. It would make it more beautiful and exciting. They loved each other and they would share the greatest gift of all. Sex.

Now she felt his forehead and sat up. "Your fever is back," she said, reaching for his robe.

"Put this on and get into bed. I'll bring some tea up to you. I don't want you getting sicker." She took him into her arms and kissed him briefly. "Next time," she whispered in his ear. Next time we'll do all sorts of things!"