Lifting her body by her shoulders and heels, she cupped the cheeks of her ass and squeezed, moaning in pleasure. She dragged a finger along the crack of her ass then parted the cheeks. She rubbed at her asshole, bringing her finger to her tongue to lick and taste. Excitement grew inside her lovely body.
She squatted in the center of her bed, finger-fucking herself in the cunt, pressing the finger of her other hand into her asshole. Across the room she watched her reflection in the mirror. She stroked into her asshole and cunt then pulled the finger out of her cunt and licked it. When she pushed that finger back into her pussy she withdrew the finger from her asshole and sucked it. Her eyes turned glassy as she experienced this self-induced pleasure.
She knew she had meant it when she told her son she would suck the shit out of his asshole. She meant everything she had told him. Most of her pleasure came from the asshole attitude of her son, his way of forcing her into these delicious erotic actions. She loved to be made ashamed of herself, to wallow in the humiliation and degradation her son forced upon her.
She fucked herself in the ass and cunt, sucking at her fingers. She was hot, boiling to come, yet orgasm eluded her. She wiggled and thrashed about the bed, digging, in a brutal way, into her fiery cunt and asshole. She tried to make herself come, tried hard. But she couldn't.
Tears of frustration filled her eyes. She wanted her son, wanted his cock. She wanted that lovely hard-on fucking her hot pussy, fucking her hungry mouth. She wanted it up her ass. She wanted his cock!
Jumping from the bed, she paced about the house, searching for any object she could shove into her cunt, her mouth, her hole. Anything that she could pretend was her son's cock.
She found nothing.
"Oh, Timmy, Timmy!" she sobbed, standing in the middle of the living room, naked, stroking her tits and ass and cunt feverishly. "Come home, darling! Oh, God, hurry home! Fuck me, fuck me! Timmy! Fuck mother, baby! Piss on mother! Shit on mother! Shit in my cocksucking mouth, but just come home!"
She heard the sound of the door, and, for a moment, crouched fearfully, covering her tits and cunt as best she could. She wanted to run and hide, but it was too late.
Timmy came in, grinning when he saw his mother standing there naked, shielding herself ineffectively.
"See, didn't I tell you?"
A boy about her son's age stood behind Timmy, looking over her son's shoulder with huge eyes.
"Timmy, don't…" Donna said, knowing what her son was up to.
"Fuck you, Mom," he said, pulling the boy in and shutting the door.
The boy stared at Donna unashamedly. His cock was already stiff inside his pants, bulging but Donna felt herself blush from head to toe.
"You still wanna fuck my mom?" Timmy asked the boy.
The boy nodded eagerly, grinning from ear to ear, staring at Donna.
"Go ahead!" Timmy said.
"Timmy, no!" Donna yelped. She turned and started to run down the hall.
"Don't leave!" Timmy said quickly. Donna froze, darting her hands to her ass, cupping her ass cheeks as a means of hiding.
"Turn around," Timmy said. "You gotta show Joey what he's gonna fuck."
Bashfully, Donna turned. She hung her head, her face burning with shame. She held her hands at her hips, balled into fists. She didn't know what to say, but her cunt was pulsating so hot, she felt as if she would come then and there. She felt the strange boy's eyes burning on her tits, her legs, her cunt. A shiver rippled up and down her back. She couldn't stop the wild throbbing of her cunt, the swelling of her clit. She began to seep fuck juices, felt them on her inner thighs.
"Go on and feel her up!" Timmy said. "Mom likes to be felt up. Play with her tits, her cunt. Shit, Joey, you can shove your finger up her asshole if you wanna!"
"Timmy." Donna's voice was faint now. "Please, don't."
Timmy ignored her. He stepped out of his cut-offs, his cock standing straight up. The boy looked at Timmy, saw his hard-on then looked back at Donna. He pulled his t-shirt off then removed his pants hurriedly.
Donna couldn't resist peeking at him from lowered eyes. His cock stood out in hardness, about the same size as her son's. His balls hung low, looking full. Donna swallowed, her cunt lurching with a fiery heat. She wasn't surprised when a mild orgasm burst inside her pussy.
Timmy and Joey came to her.
"I can do anything to her?" Joey asked, his eyes huge, staring at Donna's full, round tits, at her elongated nipples. "Anything I want?"
"Hell, piss on her if you wanna," Timmy said, cupping one of her tits. "My mom loves to get pissed on, don't you, Mom?"
Donna shot her son an embarrassed look, feeling Joey clasp her other tit, feeling and squeezing the spongy texture, pulling at her nipples.
"Tell him how much you love piss, Mom."
"I… Timmy, this is…"
"Tell him!"
"Oh God!" Donna sobbed, unable to stop the burning hunger in her body. "I like to be pissed on."
Joey, not in the least bashful, began to suck on her tit. He held it cupped, and his other hand was roaming about her back, going lower. Timmy drew his mothers other tit into his mouth, cupping her cunt, rubbing at the wet heat. Joey's hand clasped a cheek of her ass, testing the firmness. This boy, Donna thought, had fucked girls before, he seemed quite familiar around a woman's body.
"Hold his cock, Mom," Timmy said as he pulled from her tit. "Jack on his fucking cock!"
Donna's fist opened, then closed about the hard prick of Joey, feeling his cock throb. She squeezed, her hand now moving on its own. She had been intensely aroused before her son came home, and this unknown boy was making her even hotter. The fact she had never seen him before, that her son was forcing her to fuck him, seemed to make her emotions melt. She moved her fist on his cock. She felt the cockhead brush her hip, leaving a wet, scalding smear of fuck juice on her flesh. She began to shake with mindless, erotic hungers.
"Bend over, Mom," Timmy said. "Bend over so Joey can fuck you."
Donna trembled, grasping Joey's cock very hard. She looked at his prick, seeing the cockhead bulge, smooth and wet. She leaned over, arching her ass back. Joey pulled his cock from her hand, and she felt him rubbing his prick across the cheeks of her ass. She placed her hands on her knees, bracing herself. Her dark hair hung down, and Donna closed her eyes. She felt ashamed of herself, letting Timmy make her fuck this unknown boy. But there was no denying the sensations of erotic pleasure she felt. Her cunt throbbed, already drenched with fuck juices. Peeking from the corners of her eyes, she saw her son standing there, watching, his cock jerking about in hardness.
Her hand moved from a knee, and she grasped Timmy's cock, unable to keep from doing it. At the same time, she felt her son put his hands on her ass, spreading her ass cheeks wide. Her asshole clenched quickly. A low moan came from her as Joey rubbed the swollen head of his cock up and down the slit of her steamy cunt.
"You can stick your finger up her asshole if you wanna, Joey," Donna heard Timmy say.
"Timmy, this is…"
But Timmy ignored her. He was excited from watching Joey press his cock into her hairy cunt. His prick throbbed much harder in Donna's hand. She could tell her son's excitement by the throbbing of his cock. If her son was excited by having this boy fuck her, then she, too, was excited.
She slowly moved her ass back, feeling the smooth head of the boy's cock penetrate her cunt. Joey entered her pussy slowly, his hands holding her hips. Donna made a gurgling sound as she felt the rounded prickhead fuck deeper into her pussy.