Message-ID: <6611eli$9712202040@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: T4425 Subject: RP Eros Dildo Mom Fm incest con Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <2a097846.349c553b@aol.com> ----- (c) Copyright 1997 Eros. ALL Rights Reserved This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without the written permission of the author. This story may be freely distributed with this notice attached. Filename: DONNA.TXT Title: Donna's Three Sons Author: Eros DONNA'S THREE SONS (by Eros) Chapter 1. On a hot June day in Los Angeles, Donna Mason looked out her living room window and watched the gardener mowing the front lawn of her house. He was naked to the waist, and he had a broad, hair-matted chest. The sight was turning Donna on like crazy. The guy was in his fifties, and he didn't even speak English. Donna knew she had to be pretty hard-up to get turned on by the gardener. He'd never attracted her before. But she'd been almost three months without a man, and it was beginning to get to her. She quickly drank down her vodka and tonic and forced herself to turn away from the window. Striding to the portable bar, the petite blonde mixed herself another drink. There wasn't anything else to do at that time of day. Of course, she could join her three teenage sons in the pool. It was summer vacation, and the boys seemed to spend most of their time in the water. She'd heard them out there when she came home, but had decided not to intrude. Donna strolled to the sliding glass door that led from the living room to the patio. There she stopped and stared. Her sons were out there all right, but they weren't wearing any clothes. Donna slowly blushed all the way down to her toes. She hadn't seen any of her sons naked since they were about ten or eleven and she'd had to help them with their baths. Now they were young men, their muscular young bodies as adult in contour as any of the imaginary male figures Donna fantasized about as she masturbated. Even Bernie, the youngest, had a man-size cock. Donna still thought of him as her baby, even though he had just turned eighteen. He certainly wasn't a baby anymore, she observed, her glittering eyes glued on his dangling male appendage. The boys were just skinning out of their clothes. They stood at the edge of the pool, laughing and shoving each other around, looking completely unselfconscious about their nudity. Donna couldn't understand how they'd pull such a stunt with her right there in the house. Then she remembered... they didn't think she was home. Ordinarily she went to have her hair done at this time every Tuesday. She hadn't told her sons that she'd changed the schedule. So this was what they did when they thought she was out of the house. Donna carefully kept in the shadows, not wanting the boys to see her. Maybe she could learn something else about their behavior when they thought nobody was watching them. After all, she was the only adult in charge of them, now that their father had chosen to remove himself from their lives. Just three months earlier, Carl, Donna's highly successful attorney husband, had announced that he was leaving her for his eighteen-year-old secretary. Donna was still in shock from that. Maybe she wasn't as young as his blonde, bimbo girlfriend, but she was still plenty good-looking, and they'd been married twenty years. Granted, she and Carl hadn't been getting along that well the last few years, and maybe the marriage was failing, but it was still a rude surprise to be suddenly left without a husband... and without sex. It was the sex part that bothered her most. Watching her naked teenage sons jostle each other at the poolside, watching their virile young cocks bounce and swing, Donna felt her pussy growing hot as fire. Hot, sticky cunt-cream leaked from her neglected cunt, moistening the crotch of her panties. All of a sudden her own sons were getting her turned-on! "Oh, my God," she moaned, "what's wrong with me?" Donna already knew the answer, of course... She needed to be fucked, and she needed it desperately. Even when she and Carl were quarreling, they were still physically attracted to each other, and they'd always had pretty hot sex. She missed that regular love-making. In fact it was driving her crazy to go without it. Now her eyes darted from one handsome teenage prick to another, and she couldn't help wondering what those three magnificent young cocks looked like when they were stiff. Were her boys virgins, or were they fucking their girlfriends? What kind of lovers were they? Could they possibly have inherited their father's talent for love-making? "Oh, stop it, Donna, that's sick!" she scolded herself. But she couldn't get the subject off her mind. She was pretty sure that Matt, her eldest boy. was no virgin. Matt was twenty and he'd always been very popular with the girls, even in Junior High. He'd had a long string of girlfriends since then and Donna suspected that it was because Matt liked to `play the field' as far as women were concerned. He was the typical wolf.... always on the prowl. Her middle son, Terry, was nineteen, and if kids today were anything like they were when she was Terry's age, he'd have lost his his virginity years ago. Like her other sons, he was dark, handsome and sexy-looking, and like his older brother... Terry never lacked for dates. But what about Bernie... her youngest? Just turned eighteen, he still looked so young... even now, lewdly displaying that huge cock of his, Donna thought with a suppressed tingle of lust. Bernie was the `black sheep' of the family where girls were concerned. He'd always been the shy type, and never exhibited any of the animal magnetism that his two older brothers had done. It might even be possible that he still hadn't gone all the way with a girl yet. Donna was shocked to find her pussy drooling heavily as she thought about Bernie thrusting his hard young cock into a girl's pussy for the first time. Her own hot cunt began to tingle strangely at the very thought. Then her fevered thoughts evaporated as the boys began diving into the pool. She watched their lean, tanned bodies flying through the air, catching tantalizing glimpses of their young cocks. Within minutes, Donna found herself softly whimpering with need, the crotch of her panties soaked with her molten cuntal cream. "What am I going to do?" she moaned. "I can't go on like this. I'll go crazy." But what could she do? Drag the gardener into the house and fuck him? Dash to the nearest singles bar and hijack some stud? It was so frustrating. She couldn't even date, because that might look bad when the divorce went to court. Donna wasn't hurting financially. She had a small inheritance, independent of Carl, which would support her and the boys, but she wanted more out of the jerk! She wanted the house, and she wanted enough money to get all three boys through college. To achieve that, she'd have to keep her `nose' clean. She couldn't afford to be caught in bed with anybody till the divorce was over. The only problem was, could she wait that long? Right now she felt ready to scream with suppressed horniness. It didn't help matters when her three sons started floating on their backs in the swimming pool. That presented her with the sight of three semi-hard cocks. Apparently the cool water had caused the boys' pricks to start stiffening. Either that or they were talking about girls. Donna couldn't hear them because the sliding glass door to the patio was closed. It didn't matter. The more she watched, the harder their cocks got, three rigid hard-ons cutting through the water like sharks' fins. Just one stiff cock would have been heaven for her at that moment, and the sight of three of them out there, in her own backyard, was just too much -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ |