"Mmmmm," she hummed as she savored the taste of his young cock.
She parted her lips and slid them around the head, the heat filling her mouth. Her tongue stroked the silky hot, flesh. Her fingers cupped the tight sac of his balls, squeezing them gently. His cock throbbed in her mouth. It was swollen to its fullest and jerked softly in her mouth. She pushed her wet mouth down over the shaft and let the entire length of it sink into her throat. Her tongue caressed the underside of it and circled the hard cock.
His hips began to work slowly back and forth, fucking his cock in and out of her hot wet mouth. Little grunts escaped his lips with each thrust. Doris made soft wet sounds with her mouth as she sucked at his pulsing flesh.
"Oh, Mom! So good!" the teen groaned.
Pete tangled his fingers in her long hair as he fucked her mouth. Doris closed her eyes and abandoned herself to her passions. Her mouth sucked greedily at the straining young cock. His grunts and groans drove her own passion higher and higher. His cock throbbed and jerked in the wet orifice of her mouth. Her fingers found her dripping pussy and stroked the molten flesh. Her clit throbbed under her fingers. She plunged two slim fingers in and out of her cunt, pacing them to the rhythm of her son's cock. Her slippery dew coated them and her inner thighs.
"Uh! Uh! Oh, Mom! It…it's coming!" he groaned.
His hips jerked and her mouth clamped tightly around his spasming cock. She grabbed his ass and pulled his cock to the hilt in her mouth. The throbbing head bumped the back of her throat and with a groan he shot the first spurt of hot and thick cum against it. Doris swallowed quickly, her fingers tearing at her cunt, drawing her own climax to a peak. She shivered and gurgled around his cock as pleasure slammed through her naked body. His cock gushed again and again as he fined her mouth and throat with his hot thick cream.
"Aaaagghhh!" she heard him cry out. His body trembled against her lips and a final spurt of cum bunt from him. Her mouth milked at his trembling cock, sucking the last few drops of his jism.
Her mouth held his throbbing cock in its wet caress for several seconds until the last of the quaking throes of passion had passed. Her fingers were stirring her cunt gently, her own pleasure ebbing, slowly. His cock slid slowly from her lips and she smiled up at him. He looked down at her and smiled weakly.
"That was delicious!" Doris whispered. "Ill take that for breakfast, anytime!"
"Ummmmm," he mumbled weakly.
Late afternoon found Pete and his friend Mark crossing Pete's back yard. The other teen was Pete's age, but stood an inch or two taller and had a couple of more pounds on him. Doris watched them through the kitchen window as they approached the house. She eyed Mark and tried to envision his naked body. She gazed at his crotch in the tight jeans.
The back door opened and the teens entered. Doris turned from the sink to look at them.
"Mom, Mark's folks are going out tonight and I wondered if it was all right for him to stay over?" Pete asked.
"Hi, Mark," she said to the teen. "Of course. I would love to have you."
"Hi, Mrs. Turner." The teen's large eyes were fixed on her as he spoke. She felt heat surge to her pussy. She felt as if he could see right through her thin cotton dress.
"We'll go over to his house and pick up his things and be back in a half an hour or so," Pete said.
"All right. Dinner will be ready in about an hour so don't be late," she replied.
The two teens went back out the door and Doris stood at the window and watched them lope across the back lawn. The dampness and warmth of her pussy made her squirm as she watched the two lean teens disappear. Her mind was working at a furious pace. She knew that she would have the teen before the night had passed. The thought sent a surge of heat and fresh dew to her pussy lips.
The two teens retired to Pete's room after dinner and Doris rushed to clean up as much as possible. As soon as the dishes were taken care of, she crept down the hall, her steps drowned out by the sound of the dishwasher. Pete's door was closed and she could hear muffled voices but couldn't make out the words over the noise.
She stood for long minutes, straining her cars, then had an idea. She crept back through the ball and slipped quietly out the back door. It was dark and warm outside. She walked around the back of the house and approached the window of Pete's room. It was just at her eye level. She peeked slowly around the side of it. The shade was up several inches.
The two teens sat on Pete's bed. The magazines that she had found in Pete's drawer were piled on his bed. One magazine was open on Pete's lap. Mark stared at it, his large dark eyes wide. His hand covered his lap and she could see that he was trying to shield the bulge in his crotch with his hand.
Doris' pussy twitched. She had shunned wearing panties when she had dressed and now she felt the trickle of a drop of pussy dew as it ran down her thigh. Her burning cunt screamed to be touched. She gritted her teeth and tore, herself from the window. She wondered for a moment what her neighbors would have thought if they had seen her looking in the window. Fortunately there was no moon and it was quite dark in the back yard.
She returned to the kitchen quietly and made her way back down the hall. She paused at Pete's door and listened. She heard a muffled giggle.
"Pete!" she called through the door. She heard the rustle of paper and sudden silence. "I'm going to take a shower and then watch TV for awhile. If you teens need anything, just help yourself."
"Okay, Mom. Thanks," came Pete's strained reply.
The hot shower did little to soothe her itching pussy. Even when she turned on the cold water, it didn't help. She dried and crossed the hall, wrapped in her towel, wishing that Mark would see her. The door to Pete's room was still closed. She dropped the towel and slipped a sheer, long gown over her head. The matching robe was just as sheer and even the two together didn't hide anything very well. She looked in the mirror at the effect and buttoned two of the buttons on the robe. It bid just enough. She went into the living room and flicked the television on and dropped into a chair.
Doris found herself shifting in the chair nervously, straining to hear some sound from the teens. Her pussy itched and throbbed. The lips were wet and hot. Just as she was giving up and about to go to bed, the door to Pete's room opened and she heard the teens coming down the hall. She quickly arranged herself to give them a good view of her body through the sheer gown and robe and then pretended interest in the television.
"We're going to get a Coke and then get our baths," Pete said as they entered the living room.
"Okay. Help yourself," she replied, turning to look at them.
Mark was staring at her. She could feel him scanning her full breasts and her crotch. Her nipples grew rigid under his gaze. Her pussy twitched. She smiled at him and he tore his eyes from her and followed Pete without a word. Doris had seen the distinct bulge of his cock in his jeans. She licked her lips.
The short time it took for the two baths to be completed seemed like an eternity to Doris. She fidgeted and squirmed. Finally, Pete came in wearing his pajamas and kissed her good-night. She saw Mark standing at the hall entrance, wearing short pajamas. Her eyes dropped instantly to the slit opening in the front. She saw nothing but managed to imagine a great deal. He bit her good-night and she responded. She turned off the TV and went to her room.
Doris lay for nearly an hour, tossing quietly in her bed. She listened to the sounds of the house and the last sounds of the teens as they settled down and finally became silent. Her belly churned with anticipation and her pussy itched insistently. She eased her feet off the bed and rose. In the semi-darkness the thin nightgown was like a faint fog around her body. She crept through the door and slowly placed her bare feet noiselessly on the floor, bringing herself to the open door of the bedroom where the teens were.