(Donna Allen) Gang Bang Mom

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Chapter 1


"I want you to think about it," Charlie said.

Brenda Foster looked at Charlie Wilson. He was a nice guy, a decent
guy. He had a wonderful job in a local department store and he wanted
to marry her.

The trouble was Brenda did not know whether she wanted to marry
Charlie.

She did not know whether she wanted to be married at all.

Not again. She'd been divorced nearly ten years, she had a son, and she
wasn't certain she wanted to be married again.

In any case she had doubts whether Charlie turned her on enough.

It was nice sometimes. There were times when she really enjoyed it when
they fucked, but usually it was boring.

It wasn't Charlie's fault. She certainly couldn't blame him. It wasn't
Charlie, it was herself.

She knew what the problem was. She was a realist and she hated
deceiving herself about things. The problem was that whenever she and
Charlie had sex she found herself thinking about her son Ken.

She thought about Ken in ways a mother shouldn't think about her son.
She thought about fucking Ken and sucking Ken and doing all the things
with Ken that she did with Charlie.

How could she possibly marry Charlie when she was obsessed with her own
son?

Now Charlie said, "You're dreaming, honey. You haven't heard a word
I've been saying. You've got a faraway look in your eyes, like you're a
million miles away on another star. What's happening?"

Brenda pulled the hair back from her eyes. Some of the men at the other
tables in the restaurant were looking at her. Men always looked at her.
They looked at her in a special way that said they'd like to fuck her,
and she always enjoyed that.

Even Ken looked at her like that. The other day she'd caught him
staring down the neckline of her blouse to get a look at her tits.

She smiled at Charlie now. "It's one of those nights, darling. I've got
a damn headache again and I think I'd like to get home early."

Charlie was disappointed, she could see it in his eyes. But he was a
good sport. He nodded and smiled and said he'd take her home right
after dinner.

Brenda felt much better. She was in no mood to cope with Charlie
tonight. What she needed was a peaceful evening at home so she could
think about her problems. There must be some way out of the bind she
was in. She had to think of something. She couldn't just go on having
the hots for her own son and let it fuck up her life.

After the dinner was finished, they left the restaurant and climbed
into Charlie's car.

Brenda felt sorry for Charlie. Maybe it was mean of her to cut the
night short like this.

As Charlie drove the car out of the parking lot, she leaned against him
and kissed his cheek. Then she slipped her hand into his lap and
searched for the bulge of his cock.

When she found his prick, she squeezed it and said, "You're a honey,
Charlie."

She pulled his zipper down and slid her fingers inside his fly to find
his cockshaft.

He was already half hard by the time she brought his prick out. The
slit in his cockhead was leaking juice and she used her thumb to spread
it around.

Charlie did have a nice cock. The knob of his cock was circumcised and
because of that his cock always reminded her of Ken's.

She hadn't seen her son's prick since he was just a little kid, not
close enough to have a good took at it. But he was circumcised like
Charlie and whenever she handled or sucked Charlie's cock she thought
of what it would be like to do it to Ken.

When they reached Brenda's house, Charlie wanted to come inside. Brenda
talked him out of it. She said she was too tired. She said if he'd
like, she would suck him off right there in the car.

"Jesus, Brenda, people live on this street. Suppose someone sees us."

"It's dark, honey. They won't see anything if I have my head in your
lap."

She finally convinced him it was all right. By this time she had a
strong urge to suck his cock and she was getting annoyed at him for
putting her off.

She settled down with her head in his lap and her mouth on his
cockhead.

She knew it wouldn't be long. Charlie never lasted too long when she
had his cock in her mouth. She didn't mind. What she wanted was a load
of thick jism down her throat and the sooner she got it the better.

She loved sucking a cock, any cock. She liked them fat and skinny, long
and short. The more jism a man had, the better she liked it. When she
sucked a cock, it was almost like she was nursing on it. When a man
gave her his load, it was almost like she was taking milk from him.

What she wanted more than anything in the world was to take milk from
her son. She wanted her son's cock in her mouth and his balls shooting
his jism down her throat.

Would she ever get that from Ken? It seemed impossible, but there was
nothing wrong with dreaming about it. Now, as she sucked Charlie's fat
prick, she imagined it was Ken's cock and she quivered with excitement.

Before long Charlie groaned and squirmed and warned her he would soon
be coming. Sometimes she sucked his cock awhile and then jerked him off
into a Kleenex. Tonight she wanted his load down her throat.

Then Charlie gasped and threw his head back and started coming.

Brenda kept her lips fixed around the knob of his cock as his pisshole
erupted into her mouth.

She counted four big spurts against her palate. She held his slimy
spunk in her mouth until the end, and then, when she finally pulled her
mouth off his prick, she swallowed the whole load at once.

She had a small orgasm as the glob of thick jism slid down her throat.
She was not surprised by that. It happened often, particularly when she
was able to hold the whole load in her mouth before swallowing it.

Now that Charlie had his balls drained, he was in a calmer mood and
ready to go home. Thank God, Brenda thought.

Charlie was really sweet, but she wanted an evening at home with Ken
tonight.

She kissed Charlie and promised to see him in a few days and hurried
out of the car and up the walk to the house.

At the front door she turned and waved goodbye to Charlie. He waved
back and pulled the car away from the curb.

Maybe I'm stupid, she thought. Maybe I ought to marry him and stop
dreaming about crazy possibilities.

It was awful for a woman to be obsessed with her own son like this.

Opening the front door, she stepped in to the house.

It was quiet. Usually Ken had the TV going downstairs or upstairs in
his room. But now it was quiet and she wasn't even sure if he was home.

She closed and locked the door and climbed the stairs to the bedrooms.

The door to his room was open and she saw he had the light on in there.

Then she looked in and there he was on the bed fast asleep.

There was nothing wrong with a young boy having a nap in the evening.
He had no reason to expect Brenda home for hours yet. There was nothing
wrong about sleeping.

But it was more than that. He had his pants and shorts down at his
ankles and his hand holding his cock.

He was just holding his cock with his fingers. His cock wasn't hard,
but Brenda hadn't seen her son's prick in years and she was fascinated.

Then she noticed the wad of Kleenex on the bed and the glistening spots
on his thigh and she realized he'd been jerking off.

She moved quietly into the room. There was a magazine on the floor. She
bent down and picked it up and muffled a gasp when she saw what it was.

A sex magazine. People fucking and sucking. She turned the pages and
realized with a jolt the magazine had a theme. All the pictures
involved young men and older women.

Women like herself and young men who looked young enough to be
teenagers.

She put the magazine down on a nearby chair and looked at Ken again.
She looked at his cock and the way his fingers curled around his
cockshaft and she was sorry she hadn't been there to watch him shoot
off.

It was crazy, of course, he would never have done it in front of her,
but she was not sorry she missed it anyway.

She imagined his hot jism spurting out of his cockhead in a geyser of
cum.

Boys his age always shot a big load of fuck-cream when they came. They
always had full balls.

She couldn't resist touching him. Easing herself down, she sat on the
edge of the bed and reached out to run her fingertip over the pink bag
that held his balls.

Ken stirred and opened his eyes.

He looked at her and his eyes grew wide with surprise and fright and he
pulled his hand away from his cock to grab the sheet to cover himself.

She stopped him.

She put her hand on his cock and shook her head and said, "Don't worry,
baby, it's all right."

"Jesus, Mom, I--"

"I know. You thought I wouldn't be home until later. It's not your
fault. You don't have to explain. There's nothing wrong with jerking
off, honey. Every boy does it. Just relax." Then she felt his prick
growing stiff under her fingers and she smiled. "Look at that, he's
standing up like a soldier. That's lovely. You don't know how exciting
it is for a woman to watch that. Look at it, look how big he is."

The boy groaned and closed his eyes and dropped his head back on the
pillow.

Brenda knew there was no turning back now.

She had her fingers curled around his throbbing cockshaft and she
slowly stroked his cockskin up and down over the hard muscle.

His cockhead was fat and luscious-looking and the slit at the tip was
brimming with clear cockjuice.

It seemed like a dream. Was this really her holding Ken's meaty prick
in her hand?

He groaned. "Oh, Jesus, Mom ..."

"Go on, baby. Come if you want. I don't mind. Don't hold back. Just let
it happen."

And happen it did. The boy made a croaking sound and jerked his ass off
the bed and started coming.

The hot jism foamed out of his cockhead, spurted and foamed out of his
pisshole to fall on Brenda's hand.

She never let go of his prick. She knew how to drain a man's nuts with
her fingers. She continued pumping and stroking his prick until she was
sure she had all the jism milked out of his balls.

She was certain this had to be the most exciting moment of her life.

She looked at Ken and smiled and said, "That's lovely, honey. That's
the most wonderful thing I've ever seen."

The boy looked at her and groaned. He raised his head and looked down
at her hand as she continued stroking his prick.

Brenda could feel some heft in his cock again. She still had his jism
on her hand and here he was getting hard again.

His cock was lovely.

Seven inches. He had to have at least seven inches. He had a thick
veiny cockshaft and a lovely set of pink balls.

It was the sort of prick women dream about.

It was the cock she herself had dreamt about for years.

Well, it's happened, she thought. Here she was with Ken's cock in her
hand, his meaty prick stiff and throbbing under her fingers.

He had another come in him, maybe not a full load of jism, but whatever
was in there would come out sweet and thick and she had to have it.

With a soft moan she lowered her head and closed her mouth over his fat
cockhead.

Ken gasped. His eyes rolled back and he made a snorting sound.

Brenda opened her mouth wide and began inching the ring of her lips
down the length of his cock.

She took everything he had, every throbbing inch until she had her nose
buried in his cockbush.

Then she pulled back to his cockhead and began sucking on his knob.

Her tongue swirled lovingly over his pisshole, probing into the slit,
drawing out the leaking cockjuice.

Her fingers curled around his cockshaft and she began jacking him off.

That's what she wanted. She wanted his load splashing over her tonsils.

She jacked his velvety cockskin up and down, sucked on his fat cockhead
to draw the hot fuck-cream out of his balls.

The boy suddenly convulsed and came.

His cock spurted wad after wad of thick jism over her tongue.

Brenda was in heaven. She milked him dry with her hand and mouth. She
held his load in her mouth until the end and then she swallowed
everything at once and shivered as she came.

When she looked at her son again, she smiled and opened her lips to
show him the remnants of his jism on her teeth.



Chapter 2


Ken looked at her with glazed eyes.

Brenda chuckled, licked her lips and ran her fingertips over the head
of his soft cock. "Was it good, honey? Did you like it when I sucked
you?"

He nodded. "Jesus, Mom ..."

"I know, baby. You think it's wrong, don't you? Never mind that. Who
knows what's wrong and right? It can't be that wrong to make each other
feel good. We're not harming anyone else, are we? Anyway let's not talk
about that. Let's talk about you. I don't even know if you're a virgin.
Maybe I ought to know that now. Have you been with a girl, baby?"

She got him to talk. He was reluctant at first, still recovering from
the shock of what had happened. He was still a virgin. None of the
girls he went out with would let the boys fuck them. Some of the other
girls did, but not the girls he knew. He petted with some of them. They
let him feel their tits and pussies. A few of them knew enough to jerk
him off when he needed it. One girl sucked his cock occasionally, but
she never let him come in her mouth.

"Poor baby," Brenda smiled. "Girls your age are so dumb. They don't
know what they want."

She was excited at the idea of teaching him about sex. She would turn
him into a wonderful lover.

Lifting his cock with her fingers now, she looked down at it.

"You've got a lovely cock," she smiled. "It's the kind I like. Big and
fat. And beautiful balls. I knew you'd have a nice one. It's been such
a long time since I had a look at it, but now here it is."

She noticed his eyes on her tits and she chuckled.

"I'm sitting here all dressed and you're naked," she said. "At least
the most important part of you is naked. That's not fair, is it?"

"I don't mind," he croaked.

"Sure you mind. All right, I'll take something off, maybe everything.
But first you get out of your clothes. You can't be comfortable lying
there like that with your pants around your knees."

She made him get his clothes off. She was thrilled by his lean young
body.

He giggled and said she was tickling him as she ran her hands over his
chest and ass.

She made him stand naked in front of her while she fondled his cock and
balls. His prick was getting hard again. She squeezed his pink balls
and gently pumped his thickening cock.

Then she pushed him away and told him to come along and sit in her
bedroom while she undressed.

They walked hand in hand down the hall to her room.

Inside the room, she made sure the blinds were closed. It would be a
hell of a thing if any of the neighbors learned what they were doing.

Ken sat on her bed as she began undressing. The idea of showing her
body to him excited her tremendously. She was more turned on than ever
before with a man. Her own son. She quivered as she slipped her blouse
off and turned to show him the fullness of her tits bulging in a light-
weight bra.

She faced him and ran her hands over the lace cups of her bra.

"I saw you looking at these the other day," she teased. "I liked it,
you know. I like to be looked at, every woman does. You don't need to
be embarrassed."

His cheeks were flushed, his eyes fixed on her tits. His cock was
completely hard again, sticking up straight against his belly with his
cock-tip almost touching his belly button. A drop of clear cockjuice
brimmed in the slit of his pisshole.

Reaching behind her back, she unhooked her bra and then slipped it off
her shoulders and away from the heavy globes of her tits.

A soft sound of excitement escaped his lips. She let him feast his eyes
on her tits, then she cupped a hand under each tit and raised her boobs
to make her nipples point at the ceiling.

She smiled at him. "Aren't you going to tell me you like my tits? I
know they droop a little, but when they're big like this that can't be
helped. Don't you like them?"

"They're beautiful, Mom."

"Do you mean it?"

"Yes."

She massaged her tits, rolling them around her chest and then fingering
her nipples until they turned into stiff points.

She knew she was driving him crazy. It was fun. Her pussy was so damn
wet she could feel the juice leaking on the insides of her thighs.

Moving closer to him, she leaned forward and offered one of her tits to
his mouth.

"Suck it," she said. "It really turns me on when my titties are
sucked."

He opened his mouth and she pushed forward to stuff her fat nipple
between his lips.

She groaned at the feel of his wet warm mouth on her tit.

"Suck it, baby," she purred. "Suck Mommy's big tittie. Chew it if you
want. Don't be afraid, let me feel your teeth."

She groaned as he bit down on her thick nipple. She ran her hand over
his head, caressing the back of his neck, pressing his face more firmly
against the globe of her tit.

After a while she pushed his face away and forced the other tit inside
his mouth.

The nipple he'd been sucking was wet and swollen and a little raw from
his teeth. She looked down at it, looked at his mouth sucking the other
nipple, and suddenly she trembled and came.

The hot climax sizzled in her cunt and then washed over her body.

She finally pulled away from his mouth and stepped back.

His lips were slack and his eyes looked feverish. She smiled at him as
she unzipped the side of her skirt.

When she dropped her skirt, she saw the emotion in his face as he
looked at her. Her pantyhose was sheer all over and the dark bush of
her cunt hair was clearly revealed.

Holding her tits with her hands, she turned slowly to let him look at
her body.

"Do you think I'm getting old, honey?"

"You're not old, Mom."

"Maybe you're just saying that to be polite."

"I mean it, you're gorgeous."

She dropped her hands from her tits, ran them over her hips and
asscheeks. Then she fingered the waistband of the pantyhose and slowly
peeled the nylon off her body.

A flush came to the boy's face as he gazed at the thick bush of dark
hair covering her cunt mound.

Brenda faced him, ran her fingers through her pussy hair. "You've got a
hard-on again, you little devil. I'll suck you off again, but after
this one I think you need some rest."

He was like soft clay in her hands. She could do anything with him she
wanted to. She made him stretch out on her bed and she crouched between
his legs to suck his cock.

This time she had the advantage of being able to rock her body back and
forth.

Her mouth pumped up and down on his hard young prick.

She held his fat balls in one hand and squeezed the base of his
cockshaft with the other hand.

The spongy knob of his cock swelled and throbbed in her mouth.

It wasn't long before he jerked his hips and came. His load of hot cum
spurted over her tongue and she greedily swallowed it down.

At the end she tenderly squeezed his nuts and then his cockshaft as her
lips sucked the last of his jism out of his pisshole.

"That's all for tonight," she said, pulling her mouth away from his
prick and smacking her lips. "You get some rest, honey."

She kissed his forehead and then his lips. Smiling at him, she helped
him get off her bed and walked with him down to his room.

When he was under the bedcover, she kissed him again, turned the light
out and walked back to her bedroom.

I love him, she thought.

It was obvious he wasn't sure yet what had hit him tonight.

She wasn't that sure herself.

What was certain was that she had now crossed a line, she had now done
something she'd always thought impossible.

At the moment the only thing she was afraid of was that he would
somehow back away from her. She did not want that. She wanted more.

She wanted much more. As she walked into her bedroom and closed the
door, she ran her fingers through her cuntbush and told herself that
what she really wanted was to fuck him.

Maybe tomorrow. In the meantime she had a boiling pussy and she had to
do something about it.

She turned the lights down. She pulled a heavy-duty vibrator out of a
drawer and she stretched out on the bed to bring herself off.

Buzzing her clit. That's what she called it. It never took long. A few
drops of baby oil on her clit and then the rubber ball of the vibrator
on top of that,

She moaned as the first of a series of orgasms ripped through her body.

* * *

Brenda went to work as usual the next day. She had a job as a secretary
in a real-estate office. It was easy work and she liked the job. The
three men she worked for had one after the other made passes at her in
the beginning, but after a while they got the idea she was uninterested
and now there was an easy-going office friendship that made her days
pleasant.

She was restless all day. She couldn't help thinking about Ken and what
they'd done.

Each time she thought about it she got horny.

Three times during the day she had to go to the ladies room to whack
off.

She thought it was a little crazy to be sitting there in the john
rubbing her cunt to an orgasm, but she couldn't get any work done with
her mind filled with Ken.

She couldn't wait to get home.

Finally the workday was finished and she hurried out of the office.

She sped down the highway to get home. Ken usually arrived home from
school before her, and when she walked into the house he was already
there.

They both pretended nothing had happened the night before. She made an
early dinner for the two of them and then she left him in the living
room watching TV and she went upstairs to change her clothes.

She was horny again. Just being near Ken set her off.

She stripped her clothes off and climbed into the shower. When she came
out of the shower, she dried herself and sprayed her body with cologne
and put new make-up on. Then she slipped into a sheer bra and panty set
that showed everything and covered herself with a blue satin wrap-
around robe.

When she looked at herself in the mirror, she was pleased. She looked
damn sexy, maybe ten years younger and certainly not the mother of a
teen.

A teen with a seven-inch cock. He was her lover now. She remembered the
taste of his thick jism, the feel of his hot cockflesh filling her
mouth.

Well, here we go, she thought. Tonight she would make him fuck her.
Tonight they would take the final step.

When she walked down the stairs and into the living room, Ken looked at
her with admiration in his eyes.

"You look beautiful, Mom."

"Thank you, honey."

She sat down next to him on the sofa and kissed his cheek.

"And you smell good, too," he said.

She smiled. "I think we ought to talk about last night. We've been
avoiding the subject all evening and maybe that isn't good. Don't you
think we ought to talk about it?"

He blushed. "I don't know, Mom, maybe ..."

"No, let's talk, honey. You liked what we did, didn't you?"

"Yes.

"And I did too. I thought about you all day. Did you think about me?"

"I couldn't think of anything else."

"I know what you mean. I even had to go to the john three times to
whack off." She laughed when she saw the shock in his face. "Oh, don't
be silly, honey, girls like to do it as much as boys. Don't you know
that?"

"I wasn't sure."

"Well, now you know. Did you do it today too?"

"Sure."

"How many times, you little rascal?"

"Four."

"I hope you saved something for me."

"Jesus, Mom ..."

"Come on, show me. Bring it out and I'll suck it again until it's
hard."

She wanted him to bring his cock out. She sat there and smiled at him
and dropped her eyes to his lap and his hands.

She watched his fingers as they pulled his zipper down.

He slipped his hands inside his fly and a moment later the full length
of his cock sprang out into the air.

He was already hard. He groaned as she closed her hand around his
cockshaft and pulled his cockskin down to make his cockhead swell with
blood.

God, what a juicy-looking prick, she thought.

There was no way she was going to give him up.