Tom Allison

Mom Needs It Hot!

CHAPTER ONE

"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…