Date: Sat, 26 Aug 2006 11:04:53 +0200
From: hnybdee@googlemail.com
Subject: 'The O'Donells' ( Inc, B/F, M/F, B/B, B/G ) [1!3]

The usual legal stuff applies here.  If you are too young or offended by
this sort of thing, don't read it.  This is my first attempt at writing so
please feel free to email me any comments or ideas (encouragement is a
plus!).  I hope you enjoy.  I know I did.  J

Inc, B/F, M/F, B/B, B/G,

"Come on baby, why not?" Maureen asked plaintively.  She was hot and ready
to go but as usual, her husband Tom was not.

"I have a pop quiz that I'm giving the kids today and I still have to get
them printed out."

"Please?  It's not like I want a lot, just a quickie, I want to feel you
inside of me right now", this was as she was reaching for his crotch.

"Damn it Maureen, I already told you.  I'm late for work already.  I don't
have time for this, I have to go." He said as the door slammed behind him.

That's just great she thought.  He's probably on his way to get laid and
here I am stuck playing with myself again.

Not that she was complaining about the playing part.  As she looked herself
over in the full-length mirror, she admired her form and the age of 35.
She was 5 foot 6, the perfect height in her book with a body most 20 year
olds would envy; Pert D tits and a nice round yet firm ass.  Her hips
flared invitingly into an hourglass shape.  To top it all off she had wavy
auburn hair that was long enough to just brush the top of her ass.  All
hers she said to herself as she turned and preened in front of the mirror.

He probably doesn't even know what to do with a real woman anymore she
thought as she tweaked her own nipples eliciting a flush of pleasure that
flowed all the way down to into her pussy.

Her nipples had always been especially sensitive.  She remembered walking
to school while still in junior high with her books positioned in front of
her so that they would just lightly brush up against her nipples.  By the
time that she got to school, she would have to rush to the girls' room to
get herself off before class.  She laughed as she pictured the faces of her
classmates and even a few teachers when they noticed her nipples pointing
straight out.  Bra's didn't help much unless they were padded but that just
seemed like a terrible tease as well as uncomfortable.

As her hands drifted down to her flat stomach, she thought again, about how
lucky she was to still have a great figure.  She had gotten knocked up
early and decided to marry the most father-like man of the lot of possible
biological fathers.  Tom had seemed worthwhile at the time.  He was 5 foot
8 with dark brown hair and deep blue eyes and he was on his way to becoming
a teacher.  She thought that it would all work out for her.  She would be a
stay at home mom and he would bring home the bacon and take good care of
her.  Boy was she wrong.  Not to say that he didn't work, he did, a lot.
He was molding young minds at the local high school as a math teacher.  As
the years passed and his middle thickened the sex had just faded from their
marriage.  Victor was just two when she had Kristen and that was when it
started going down hill for her.  She just knew that at least a couple of
his students had somehow been laying him even if she couldn't prove it.

She had found letters proclaiming their undying love for him.  She had
asked him about it and he had just brushed it off as freshman crushes, yet
he still kept the letters as well as others that followed.

She moved from the mirror and went to her favorite recliner in the living
room.  It was her favorite spot to get off in the house.  She set it back
half way and propped one leg over the arm of the chair.  She liked it here
because she felt exposed without really being out there.  Their living room
window was almost floor to ceiling with no window coverings.  It faced a
deeply wooded area so she was safe.  At least as long as there weren't any
hikers she didn't know about.  She grinned at that.  The thought of getting
caught in the act turned her on.  Would she continue or freeze and bolt?
Only time would tell.

Now that she was in place, she got down to business.  She closed her eyes
and began kneading her breasts gently at first but slowly getting rougher
and rougher.  As her hands slowly began their decent to her pussy she
started to picture her favorite image.  She knew it was wrong and she never
actually intended to act on her fantasies, but damn was her son hot.
Victor was now 17 years old and close to 6 feet tall.  He had raven black
hair and eyes such a deep brown that they seemed bottomless.  He was a star
football player at his high school and was being looked at by several
colleges for scholarships.  Just from his physique, alone she knew he
wasn't Tom's but there was also another glaring reason.  He was endlessly
horny.  She had caught him several times with classmates having sex.

No, not having sex.  Fucking.  That was the correct way to put it.  He
never knew she was there but when she heard questionable noises and snuck
in to check what they were, they were always him getting his rocks off with
yet another one.  Her baby boy was hung; a full 9 inches and thick to boot.
He seemed to like it rough, which was a plus in her book.

She had seen him once with a petite blonde freshman boy as he gave Victor a
blowjob.  He was on his knees in front of her son while he leaned against
the wall of the garage.  The way her son was face fucking the boy looked so
delicious that she had to stop herself from pushing the little punk aside
to show him how a real woman handled a dick.  She could see the poor boys
cheeks bulging with the size of the head and tears in his eyes from his gag
reflex kicking in.  He almost looked in pain at first but that kid was
hanging on for dear life it seemed.  After that, she had jumped into the
bathtub and screwed herself silly for at least an hour.

Another time she saw him with a petite brunette cheerleader in his bedroom
with the door just slightly ajar.  She was on all fours on his bed while he
rammed her from behind nice and deep.  She could just see from that angle
that he was in her ass.  She could hear his balls slapping against her wet
pussy and she almost came on the spot.

Ever since then whenever she played, she pictured herself in those
memories.  She was the one getting to swallow his cum, she was the one
taking it up the ass from him, and she was the one to get him off.  She
came with her fingers buried deep in her pussy and a warm wet flood to
cover her hands.

That is when the doorbell rang.

"Oh God, not now!"

Maybe if I ignore it, she thought, they would go away.  No such luck on
that front.  The doorbell just kept ringing.  In frustration, she grabbed
her cream silk robe from the hallway where she had dropped it and put it on
to answer the door.

It was Tom's friend and co-worker Christopher.  "Good morning Christopher.
Tom's already left for work, can I help you?"

"Uh, yeah" he stuttered, flushing "Tom forgot some papers that he was
supposed to pass out in class today and asked that I pick them up for him
on my way by."

What's wrong with him, she thought.  He's always so friendly and laid back.
Why is he suddenly so nervous?  That was when she glanced down.  Having
just cum her nipples were at full attention and looked like they were about
to rip through her robe.  Besides that, she smelled like hot horny sex.  As
she realized this, she gave him a quick once over.  Christopher wasn't bad
looking, just average.

He was about her height with blonde hair and a decent build.  He had one
more big plus though, the bulge that was trying to force its way to her.

Oh that's nice, she thought, I think I'll have me some of that.  If my
husband won't fuck me, I bet his friend will.  With that thought in mind,
she stepped back from the door and stood tall as she invited him in to
`look for the papers'.

It was sweet the way he so desperately tried not to look at her tits while
all the while his hard-on was pointing the way.  She led him to the office,
swaying all the way.

"There's his desk," she said leading him around to sit at it.  She
continued on to the couch across from the desk to enjoy the show, or to
give one.

She sat close to the edge of the couch with her legs crossed while she made
small talk.  Every so often, she would uncross and re-cross her legs the
other way making sure not to readjust her robe.

She also made sure to reach over to the bookcase to get a book and not
readjust then either.

Poor Christopher didn't have a chance.  Within a few minutes her tits were
almost about to fall out and her rich auburn bush was plain to see.  That
was when she decided to lean back on the couch without crossing her legs
this time.  Christopher froze with his hands on a stack of papers.

She knew what he was seeing.  She had large soft pink lips that were
obvious in her well-trimmed auburn bush that must still be glistening from
her earlier cum, not to mention the fact that this alone was turning her
on.  That is when she decided to make her move.

"What's wrong Chris?" she asked as she slowly pushed herself up from the
couch.  His eyes went from her pussy to her tits as the robe fell to cover
her but he never managed to get a word out.

She walked up beside him at the desk and leaned over to reach the papers.
As he turned, still mesmerized by Maureen's tits, his face was practically
buried in her cleavage.

That was when he finally reacted.  He jumped up and started backing towards
the door with the papers held in front of him like a shield.

"What are you doing Maureen?" he asked wide-eyed and sweating.

"What does it look like?" she said as she let the robe drop down to the
floor.  She started to advance.

"But your husband..."

"...stopped fucking me a long time ago.  A girl can only go so long without
sex.  It's just not right.  Look at me Chris.  Tell me you don't want to
fuck me.  I don't want anything from you but your dick."

With that, she was on her knees with his dick out quicker than he could
react.  By that point, it was too late.  Maureen had started giving
blowjobs at the tender age of 13 so that now, over 20 years later she was
well past experienced.

She took all seven inches of him to the root on the first shot down,
burying her nose in his pubes.  She came back up slowly sucking hard on the
head.  His pre-cum tasted like an almost forgotten memory.  It's been too
damn long she thought.  Taking her tongue to work her way along the glans
she heard him moan.

Well, she thought, at least I haven't lost that talent.  As she continued
her work on his cock, she took one hand and started to work his balls.
They were shaven and swollen as if he hadn't cum in quite some time.

As she really started to get into it, she let her other hand start to glide
along his shaft.  He was slippery with her saliva.  She dropped the hand
that had been playing with his balls and started fingering her pussy.  Not
long after that, she felt him begin to tense.

"I'm gonna cum" he moaned trying to pull away.

She grabbed his ass and held onto him as she looked up with a smile in her
eyes.

"Oh god" he grunted as he spurted buckets of sweet deliciousness into her
mouth.  She tried to swallow it all but it was flowing so hard and fast
that some dribbled out the sides of her mouth.

"Now it's my turn." she said huskily when he was finally finished.

As she got up and turned around to lead him to her bedroom to finally get
the dick she needed she froze.  Standing in the office doorway was Victor.

"What are you doing here?" she screamed futilely trying to cover herself
from her sons hot gaze.  Christopher was desperately trying to zip up his
pants grab the papers and sneak out the door all at the same time.

"It's time for you to go.  Now."  All of this he said to his father's
friend while his eyes never left his mother body.  Christopher took the
temporary pardon and shot for the door at a dead sprint.

By this time, Maureen had put her robe back on in an attempt at decency
that just did not work.  She stood there flushed from her orgasm with her
nipples pointing through her almost pointless cream silk robe with cum
dripping from her face.

"Why mom?"

"You wouldn't understand, and anyway you're not supposed to be here.  Don't
you have a final today?"

"I finished and we were released afterwards.  Is it because dad stopped
fucking you?"

"What...I...how..." she stuttered, shocked.

"I'm not blind.  I see how he is with you, always at work or out drinking
with his friends.  And you're just left here all alone."

He was slowly advancing towards her, as she stood there confused,
embarrassed, and not surprisingly, still horny.

"It's not right mom.  You shouldn't have to look elsewhere to get laid, and
with Christopher?  Please!  I can out fuck him any day of the week."

That was when she finally noticed just how close he was.  She was
surrounded by his strong musky scent and he was towering over her...and
there was that oh so glorious

bulge that was pushing against the fly of his jeans.  She couldn't take her
eyes off it as she unconsciously licked her lips.

Victor saw this and reached for her.

"No this isn't right," she screamed, "I'm your mother for god sake!"

"Oh come on mom," he laughed, "If you're gonna get laid at least let it be
by someone who really wants you.  Not someone who happens to fall through
the door."

"...wants me?"

"You know it.  And you want me too, don't deny it.  I know how you get off
watching me with other people.  Why do you think I always leave the door
open for you?

I made sure we were just loud enough for you to hear and wonder.  I got off
knowing that I was the one making your pussy drip.  It was you I pictured,
not some damn girl."

With that, he reached down and wrapped her in his arms.  She struggled at
first but it felt so damn good to finally be held by a real man, not some
40-something overweight math teacher.  She melted in his arms.  When he
felt her responding to his kisses his hands started to roam.  They grabbed
her ass through the robe rubbing her silk-clad tits to his chest.

She clawed at him to get his clothes off, his shirt coming off in shreds.

He laughed as her fingernails dug into his back.  This is the way a real
woman fucks he thought.

He placed her on the edge of his father's desk tearing her robe open to get
at her flushed and tender tits.  He dove right in grabbing one in each hand
roughly pushing them together to lick at the cleavage between them.  She
tasted salty sweet, like a woman who had been working hard to get off.
From there he pinched one nipple hard while he bit the other mercilessly.

She moaned in pleasure.

"He's rough just like I knew he would be." She thought as bolts of horny
pleasure shot down to her pussy.  He pushed her back onto the desk
scattering his father's papers.  As he stepped back to undress he watched
his flushed and horny mother finger her own pussy.

She opened her eyes.  "Please, oh please" she begged reaching out to him.

He stepped back to the desk with a grin grabbing her legs and placing them
over his shoulders.  He pulled her to the edge of the desk and with a firm
grip on her hips buried himself to the hilt in one savage thrust.  She
screamed in pleasure.

"Oh god you are so wet." he moaned as he began to give her the pounding
they had both been fantasizing about for so long.  As he fucked her harder
and harder he could feel her cum dripping out onto his balls as they
slapped against her ass.

"Oh fuck yes!  Make mama cum!" she screamed as she threw her head back and
squeezed her own tits.  With that, he reached up and started fingering her
clit.

Victor tried to slow down so that he could last longer.  He didn't want to
disappoint his mother on his first and possible only chance after all.
Maureen wouldn't let him though.

Every time he tried, she would drop her tits and grab his ass to push him
where she wanted him.

"Harder" she would moan "don't let your mama down now.  That's it baby;
fuck me like you want it!"

What could he say to that?  So he pounded her with all he had.  He felt her
begin to tense, about to cum.  As he felt her pussy flood once more with
her orgasm she bent down to take her own tit into her mouth.  That was all
it took.  Victor felt himself cross the threshold.

"Aw fuck!" he moaned as he filled her with his first load of the day.  When
he was finished, Maureen pulled him on top of her.

"Poor baby, all worn out."  She teased as she stroked his head on her
chest.  "Don't worry; mama will get her little man all taken care of so
that he can do it again."

It wasn't a fluke!  Victor would be able to do this again!

"Come on Vic, it's time for a shower," Maureen said with a smile, "Now that
I know how well you fuck, it's time to find out how well you eat."

Victor was in heaven.