Donna Allen - Eager naughty mom

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.