Tom Allison - Two horny moms

Jill Mellon stood in the kitchen of the sprawling suburban home that her ex-husband had left her, preparing breakfast for her teenager Bill. Expertly her hands moved across the stove, flipping the eggs with a flick of one wrist, turning over the bacon with the other.

Jill smiled, brushing the short blonde hair out of her eyes. Twenty years of marriage could make any woman an accomplished chef.

But even as she cooked, Jill was painfully aware of the wet need burning deep inside her hairy cunt.

She was so horny, she thought miserably. So fucking hot.

All she had on was a sheer nightie that hugged the curves of her slim, naked body. Jill was perfectly preserved at age thirty-nine, with the supple flesh and sumptuous figure of a teenager. Now she hotly pressed her pussy mound against the stove, thinking of how badly she needed a long, fat cock spearing up her cunt.

That was the only trouble with being divorced, she thought wryly. Randall had been a bum in a lot other respects, but he'd always been a fantastic fucker. Jill's pussy creamed as she remembered his huge, cum-spitting prick, the way it had felt going up her always-horny pussy tunnel.

Oh Christ, I need some cock, Jill thought hornily, wondering how long it had been since her last lay. I need some stiff fucking prick.

Sighing to herself, the horny mother turned off the stove and hurriedly arranged eggs, bacon and toast on a plate. Then she looked toward the kitchen door, expecting Bill.

It was already eight o'clock, and he was still asleep. That wasn't like him. Of course, Bill was a growing teen, and Jill's heart warmed as she thought of her only child, a shy, handsome teen with a tall, rangy figure and an unkept shock of thick brown hair.

And as she thought of him, a throbbing heat coursed through her pussy. Jill blushed as she left the kitchen and walked softly up the stairs to his room.

It was horrible to admit it to herself, but she knew she wanted to fuck her own son. She'd been having constant sex fantasies ever since the divorce had left her alone in the house with Bill. God, he was built for his age. Every day Jill found herself wondering about the size of his cock. Did Bill have a nice big one? She'd heard that teenaged bays had incredible endurance, that they could keep it stiff all day long.

Jill stopped before her son's bedroom door, absent-mindedly wondering if her son had any juicy fuck fantasies about her. She knew she had a stacked body; men were always whistling at her when she went shopping. Her C-cup tits weren't overly large, but they stood out nicely on her slim frame.

Jill ran her hands down her body, patting her rounded ass cheeks, gliding her fingers down her, long, tapering legs. Her pussy was tight and juicy, too, able to suck the cum out of any man's cock.

Sighing, Jill lifted her hand to knock on the door, but decided against it. She was sure Bill was fast asleep.

Oh fuck, Bill thought. Did Mrs. Watson ever have a big pair of tits!

Mike was Mrs. Watson's son and he was also Bill's best friend. The Watsons lived next door, and the other day Bill and Mike had been eating a snack in the living room when Mike's mom came out in her bikini to do some sunbathing.

Now Bill was on his back in bed with the sheets pushed down to the bottom and his huge cock quivering stiffly over his stomach. Bill's prick was so big that he hardly knew what to do with it. It had started to grow tremendously when he reached puberty, and now it was enormous, like a third leg hanging between his slender thighs. It felt so good when he touched it. Bill loved to beat his meat all the time.

He wrapped his hand around the trunk of his throbbing cock and thought of Mrs. Watson, remembering how she'd looked in the bikini. Jesus, what a pair of tits! Bill fantasized about Mrs. Watson's huge tits, remembering how they'd jiggled and shook in her bikini bra. He'd seen her nipples sticking through the fabric. Boy, would he love to suck her huge tits!

Bill started jacking off. His fist pumped wildly on his aching hard-on, making his puffy cock-knob expand and pre-cum drool from the tip. Bill rubbed his palm on the crown, lubricating his hand. He beat his meat faster, his ass lifting off the bed.

Then his fantasies changed. Bill, found himself thinking about his mother's juicy cunt. It embarrassed him, but he couldn't help himself. More and more when he jacked off, he'd found himself thinking of his mom's beautiful face and stacked body.

"Oh, fuck," Bill whispered, pumping his prick. "Oh, fuck, oh fuck"

The bedroom door opened. Bill's face went crimson. He'd just been caught with his hand on his big prick.

"Oh, Bill! My Lord!"

Jill didn't know what to think or feel or say. Her hands fell limp at her sides, her mouth dropped open; all she could do was stand there and stare at her son's huge cock. Never in her wildest imaginings had she dreamed that her teenager would have a cock like this!

A deep throbbing penetrated the folds of her pussy as she ran her eyes up his prick shaft, seeing the fat, bloated vein seaming the underside, studying the glistening, shiny-skinned cock-knob. Jill's pussy burned and itched and throbbed. All her maternal inhibitions seemed to pass from her body. As she crossed the room, she knew she'd already made the decision to get it on with her own son.

"Well, Bill," she said humorously. "Is this how you like to spend your mornings?"

"I'm I'm sorry, Mom," Bill stammered.

Blushing fiercely, Bill reached down and started to pull up the sheets.

But Jill stood next to the bed and gently grabbed his wrist. She couldn't let him do that. She couldn't let him cover that huge cock!

"No, Bill, don't do that. Masturbation is very natural. I'm glad. I just caught you playing with yourself. Here, let's have a little talk about your body."

Hesitantly, Bill let his head drop back to the pillows, embarrassed that his prick was exposed. His hard-on didn't go down. If anything, his cock got even longer and thicker under his mother's gaze, pulsing obscenely over is stomach.

Jill sat by his hip on the mattress and stared at his twitching cock. Her whole body was shaking. Never had she seen such a magnificent prick.

"I knew you were doing this, you know," she said huskily. "All guys do it. Tell me, Bill. How often do you beat your meat?"

"All a lot." Bill muttered, staring wide-eyed at his mother.

"Hmmm, that's what I thought. What do you think about when you jack off?" Unable to restrain herself, Jill glided her delicate fingers up his thigh.

Bill gasped as his mother cupped his balls. Jill sighed as she felt the weight of his cum congested balls. Delicately Jill folded her fingers around the steely root of his prick.

"I I think about girls," Bill stammered. "About them, you know, making out with me, and and fucking and stuff."

"It shouldn't be hard to find a girl to make out with you, Bill. You've got an extremely large cock. Just enormous tell me, do you jack off like this?"

Jill wrapped her hand tightly around her son's cock, moaning as she felt its meaty thickness pulse wildly in her palm. She pushed up her fist, dragging up the loose flesh. Then she fell into a steady, pumping rhythm, lewdly jacking her son's huge hard-on.

"Unh! Oh, Mom!" Bill was wide-eyed with disbelief. He started to rock his ass off the bed, pumping his prick through the oval of his mother's fingers. "That feels good, Mom! Do it harder!"

Jill squeezed her son's prick hard, making fresh droplets of sticky pre-cum drool out of the piss hole. Catching it on her palm, she smeared it all over the shaft of his cock. Then she jacked his cock much harder. The big trunk of his prick was nice and wet now. Her hand made a slapping sound as she beat his meat.