Tom Allison - Mom Needs It Hot!

"Fuck me! Oh, yes, please fuck me oh, shit! I'm so horny oh, yes! Oh, fuck, somebody please, fuck my cunt!"

Vicki Mitchell, a petite, stacked divorcee and mother in her late thirties, humped her round, little ass frantically on the bed, her enormous tits quivering as she pumped her fingers in and out of her cunt. It was only two in the afternoon, but the pretty, brunette mom had already jacked off to one cum and was working rapidly toward a second.

It was the liquor that had done it to her. She'd allowed herself a gin and tonic after lunch, and even that small amount of alcohol had made her tipsy enough to lose her inhibitions. Vicki had tried to hold her fuck-cravings in check since her divorce, but she wasn't always successful. Deep down inside, she was still an extremely horny woman, eager to enjoy the two or more daily fucking's she'd once relished with her ex-husband.

Now, her gorgeous face was contorted with passion, and her short, brown hair clung sweatily to the nape of her neck. Vicki's face was red with shame as she torridly finger-fucked her dripping pussy, but she simply couldn't help herself. The alcohol had only been a catharsis, freeing the desires that had been there all the long.

I'm a slut, Vicki told herself. She stared down at herself, watching her gigantic, D-cup tits quiver firmly and spongily as she pounded her fingers in and out of her wet, hairy cunt-hole.

Vicki was only five feet, three inches tall, but she had an incredibly voluptuous body, and her huge tits were one of her best features. Men still whistled at her on the street, and Vicki knew that, deep down inside, she was dying to give her cunt to every one of them.

Sometimes, she even wanted to fuck her own son. A mental picture of her only child sprang into her mind, and Vicki started finger-fucking even faster, red-faced, as she brazenly fantasized about her own child.

Frank was a tall, handsome, muscular youth, nearly full-grown. Vicki had noticed a very promising cock-bulge through the jeans he usually wore.

More and more in recent months, as her lust had grown progressively stronger since the divorce, she'd found herself imagining what Frank would look like naked, as naked as she was right now. Would he get a big hard-on at the sight of his own mother's body? Would he cum hard right away, and would he be able to keep his prick stiff to fuck his own mother again and again and

"Oh, fuck!"

Blushing fiercely with shame, the naked mother started finger-fucking as fast as she could, jamming her fingers rhythmically in and out of her tight, clinging pussy.

"Fuck me, Frank!" she whispered, exciting herself by saying her child's name aloud. "Oh, Frank, that's right fuck your mother, baby you know you want it fuck your mommy's juicy cunt!"

Just as she was on the verge of cumming all over her hand, Vicki heard the front door open and slam shut again. Frank was home. He still hadn't found a job.

Cursing, Vicki took her fingers from her desire-throbbing pussy and slid off the bed. She took a moment to admire her nakedness in the mirror, seeing the incredible juxtoposition of her huge, firm tits with her otherwise petite, almost girlish figure.

I'm not showing my age yet, Vicki thought proudly. She would be thirty-eight in a few months, but there were only a few laugh lines around her mouth and eyes, and her waist was as slim as a teenaged girl's.

Frowning, Vicki put on a short, terry robe and knotted it around her mid-section. Her wanton lust for her body had already changed to a much more familiar, motherly emotion-irritation that Frank hadn't done what he'd been told.

Vicki stamped out of the bedroom, unmindful of the way her enormous tits quivered braless under the robe, or the way the terry hem swished provocatively around the round, peach-shaped cheeks of her ass. Frank, she'd already decided, was about to get a good piece of her mind.

Frank was sprawled on the living room couch his feet kicked up on the armrest and a bottle of beer resting on the coffee table. He grinned at his mom as she entered.

"How you doin'?"

"Frank, I thought you were going to look for a job!" Vicki hissed. She stood in front of the couch, glaring down at him, her hands on her hips.

"I did look," Frank shrugged.

"It's only two o'clock hi the afternoon. You've got another three hours, Frank. So what're you doing home so early with your damn beer bottle on my best table'?"

"I ran out of jobs to look for, I guess," Frank smiled, obviously completely unaffected by his mom's irritation.

"Frank," Vicki sighed, "you know how I feel about this. You're through with high school now, and, if you're not going to go to college, I think you've got an obligation to find some gainful employment and help support this household. Now, you only left this house three hours ago. I don't think three hours is much time to allow for job hunting."

"Aw, c'mon, Mom. What's the big wow about me getting some crappy job at Burger King'? Besides, you don't work. It's not like you're hurting for money."

"My case is different," Vicki said stuffily.

"Your father just so happens to have been a man of means, and the fact that I'm getting alimony "

"Yeah, if only I'd been born with a body like yours," Frank interrupted, smiling. "Shit, Mom, if I was as stacked as you, maybe I'd be able to marry a rich guy like Dad and ride on his alimony!"

"Why, Frank!" Vicki gasped. "What a horrible thing to say to your own mother!"

"But it's true, Mom. Shit, all the guys I know talk about how stacked you are. Man, you ought to see the way you look in that skimpy little robe, too. Those pretty legs, and those big, big tits!"

Vicki felt her cheeks flushing scarlet. At the same time, the wet need in her pussy grew to almost unbearable proportions; as shocking as they were, her son's lewd compliments were making her cunt very hot.

There was a long, tense silence. Frank lowered his eyes, for the first time staring with open lust at his mom's body. Vicki felt her cunt throbbing as she saw something long and fat stiffening in her son's jeans. He was getting a hard-on, looking at his own mother's figure.

"You know, Mom, maybe I ought to get a little job right here, " Frank said softly. "A little at-home job, if you know what I mean."

"I'm sure I have no idea what you're talking about, Frank. And please, stop staring at me like that. You're making me nervous."

"Tell you what, Mom. Let's see if I've got the right equipment for it."

Her horny son undid his belt buckle, yanked down his zipper and tugged his pants down his thighs. Vicki gasped helplessly at her son's absolutely enormous prick.

It was even bigger than she'd ever dared dream. A simply gigantic, cum- and blood-bloated cock-shaft rose out of his cock-fur, incredibly long, and as thick around as her wrist.

Frank had to have a full erection. No prick, Vicki thought dazedly, could possibly get even stiffer. Before her eyes, his meaty fuck-pole twitched and pulsed, jerking rhythmically over his stomach. His cock-knob was puffy, purplish and heart-shaped. Vicki had never seen a more perfectly fuckable, suckable prick in her life.

"Frank! Frank, I can't believe. this! You you put your big thing away this instant! Frank, please!"

"Think I got the right equipment, Mom?" Frank grinned at her, lewdly stroking his huge prick. "Why don't you open your bathrobe, Mom? Then you'll be able to see my cock get even bigger!"

Vicki felt something snap inside her, the last barrier restraining her from the consummation of all her depraved, incestuous passions. Hypnotically, she gazed at her child's hard-on, and was only half-conscious of her own hands drifting down, undoing the sash of her robe.