An empty bed wasn't the only thing that Jessica had waiting for her at home that night. She had her three sons, and her feelings for them had been bothering her lately, and for good reason.
Jessica had always loved her three handsome sons. How could she not? They were everything a woman could want in a family-handsome, athletic, bright, fun-loving and loyal sons who would warm the heart of any mother. The problem was that the three boys warmed more than her heart.
Jessica didn't know for certain when or why her love for Rob, Jon and Bob had changed from pure mother love to something more dangerous and taboo, but she did recognize that the change had taken place after Ken's death. It was almost as if her intense love for her husband, her sexual attachment to him, had been transferred to her three boys, the three boys who were Ken's own flesh and blood.
Jessica saw in Rob, Jon and Bob many of their father's qualities – qualities that she had always found irresistible. They were qualities that still made her pussy warm whenever she thought of them. Each of her sons seemed to have inherited enough from their father to stimulate her in a way that a mother dared not be stimulated by her sons.
Of course her sons had no idea that they were affecting their lovely mother so strangely. Jessica knew that they would never have guessed that her cunt was always warm and tingly whenever she was with them. Nobody would have been able to guess such a thing. She had never give it her boys any reason to suspect her of having lustful feelings for them, and she hoped never to give them reason to suspect. Still, there were times when she felt herself getting dangerously close to doing something unthinkable.
Often when she let her hand fall on one of her sons' strong legs in a casual loving caress she had the urge to let her warm hand move up his leg and rest over the bulge of his crotch. Often when she had occasion to kiss one of her sons she had the urge to kiss him more deeply and sensuously than a mother dared kiss her own son. Often when she had occasion to be with one of her sons when he was dressing or undressing she had the urge to throw herself at him and jump headlong into the whirlpool of incestuous love. She had caught herself just in time on more than one occasion. She was beginning to wonder how many more times she could catch herself before she let herself slip off the edge of depravity.
Dale drove Jessica home that night and waked her to the door. He wanted her to invite him in of course, perhaps to have one last try at getting into her pants, but she managed to resist his advances again. She did manage to summon up enough courage to kiss him goodnight. She watched him drive away, wondering what he was thinking about her strangely aloof behavior.
Jessica waited until Dale's car was out of sight and turned away from her front door. She had to take a long walk, had to have time to herself to think over the confusion of feelings that swirled about inside her. She walked for what seemed like hours, trying to reconcile her naked desire for her three boys with her duty as a mother. Something told her that it was only a matter of time before she took the first fateful step toward the relationship with her children that she both feared and longed for.
By the time Jessica got home it was quite late. She had lost track of time completely. She could tell from the silence that her sons were upstairs in bed. From the clutter of glazes and the remains of snacks on the coffee table she gathered that they had taken advantage of her unexpected long absence to watch the late show and fill their bellies with junk food. She cleaned up their mess and sat down in a comfortable chair, tossing her head back and letting her long silky hair cascade over her shoulders. She closed her eyes and relaxed for the first time that day.
Jessica was incredibly horny. Strangely enough the memory of her ordeal in the woods with the bikers always made her cunt steam. Dale had stimulated her too. She could still feel his eager hand moving up under her dress toward the warm nest of her cunt. Her thoughts of Rob, Jon and Bob hadn't helped her cool down either. She desperately needed a cock in her cunt, or at least a pair of eager male lips and, a long wet tongue lapping at the rosy gash of her hot pussy.
Not having a man to give her what she needed forced her to make do the best she could. She felt her hand drawn between her legs as if to a magnet. She ran her hand down over her dress, smoothing the material along the perfect curve of her thigh. The warmth in her loins continued to grow, spreading all over her lovely body.
She sneaked her hand up along her naked thigh under her dress, looking down at her leg as it came into view. Her cunt was moist with desire, moist and twitching with unfulfilled passion.
Jessica gasped when she felt her own fingers against the damp crotch of her lacy panties. She moved, her fingers just a bit, feeling the itching and tingling in the dewy lips of her cunt. Her belly fluttered with pleasure as she stimulated her responsive pussy.
The hot-assed woman slipped her fingers down under her panties and fingered the naked flesh of her cuntlips until she could feel a fire raging between her lovely legs. She had to go upstairs to her bedroom now and play with her steaming pussy until she flashed off.
Jessica glided upstairs, listening carefully at the top of the stairs to hear whether or not her boys were asleep. Hearing no noise and seeing no light filtering under the three doors of her sons' rooms she tiptoed into her own bedroom. The horny mother slipped out of her dress and stood before her full length mirror, admiring her perfect feminine form. She still had what it took to drive a man wild. Her long hair cascaded over her delicate shoulders like a golden waterfall, framing her naked tits with shimmering smoothness. Her thighs were vibrant, her hips seductively curved, her legs long and silky. Her entire body seemed to glow with beauty.
The lovely thirty-eight-year-old woman sat on a chair before her mirror, spreading her long lithe legs and staring at the rosy cunt that opened up lewdly in the mirror. How many men and boys had been driven wild by the sight, scent, taste and feel of her cunt? How many wonderful hours had she spent using her responsive cunt to make men crazy with lust? But it was all behind her now. She was afraid to give herself to a man for fear that he would hurt her as the cruel bikers had done so long before.
Jessica knew that her three sons would never treat her unkindly. She closed her eyes and imagined her son Rob standing in the room in front of her, his blue eyes glittering. She saw him standing before her wearing only his underpants. She saw him brush the cowlick out of his eyes and look down at his feet as if he felt her eyes roving over his nearly naked body. She imagined him shuffling his feet and fidgeting with his hands the way he always did when he was on the spot.
Jessica imagined beckoning him toward her, imagined him walking nervously toward her, stopping so close that she could reach out and touch him. And touch him she did. She felt her hand reaching out and touching his chest. She felt the warmth of his body soak into her loving hand, felt his heart beating harder and harder in his chest.
The sensations that seethed, within the hot-assed mother as she imagined her hand moving over Bob's silken body were enough to make her dizzy. She burned with desire for her son, burned with incestuous lust for her son. She felt her hand moving over his strong chest and down over his hard stomach. She felt his muscles flexing nervously as her hand continued to explore his body.
Jessica could almost feel the waistband of his white briefs as, in her wild imagination, she hooked her fingers under the elastic of his garment. She stared between her son's legs at the soft bulge beneath his underpants. She could see the swelling of his cock and balls. Jessica longed to see her son's sexual equipment, longed to see how well her boy had developed since the last time she gazed at his cock and balls.
Jessica abandoned herself completely to her wild imagination, diddling her seething cunt while visions of her and her son danced through her mind. She burned inside when she saw herself drawing her son's underpants down inch by inch, staring between his legs as more and more of his groin came into view.
She felt her body shudder when she saw the slight growth of brown fuzz below his belly. She saw her son squirm slightly as she drew his underwear down until she could see the soft prick that dangled between his legs. She pulled his underpants down all the way and let them fall around his ankles, staring hungrily at his naked dick and balls.
"Mom, what are you doin'?" she heard him ask in the daydream world of her hot imagination.
"I'm going to do wonderful things to you, Rob darling," she said, reaching out and daring to touch the prick that hung between his tense legs.
"Mom!" Rob gasped when he felt her fingers on his dick. "Are… you… you really gonna touch me there?"
"Ill do more than touch you, darling," she heard herself say in a voice dripping with lust.
Jessica held her son's cock in her loving hand, moving it gently and watching Rob's amazed expression as his cock started to lengthen and swell in her hand. She reached out with her other hand and cradled his balls, squeezing them gently while she fondled his dick. She saw every muscle in his fine body tighten as she excited his dick and balls.
"Gosh, Mom! It's gettin' bigger!" she heard him gasp as he stared down at his hardening dick.
"Yes it is, darling. It's getting hard and long and thick, just the way I like it. Does it feel good, Rob?" she asked in her dream, her cunt tingling and twitching with the sensations of lust.
"It sure does feel good, Mom! Wow!"
"Let me rub it for you, son," she breathed, holding his rock-hard prick with the fingers of one silken hand and rubbing the naked head of his swollen organ with the palm of the other hand.
Jessica saw Rob grow suddenly tense. He stood on his tiptoes and sucked in his breath as if the sensation she inspired in his dick and balls was too much for him to stand. She continued to rub gently, making him gasp with each stroke of her palm over the head of his hard rod.
"Do you like that too, Rob?" she asked sweetly.
"Oh yeah! Yeah!" he rasped.
"I'm sure you'll like this too, Rob," she smiled, wrapping her long silky fingers around the shaft of his cock and jerking him off ever so slowly, making his cock and nuts ache with excitement.
The horny mother beat her son off in her wild imagination until she knew he would shoot his wad in another second unless she stopped for a minute or two. She felt his dick suddenly swell to even greater proportions and snap up against her eager hand.
"Would you like to put your nice hard dick in my mouth, Rob?" she asked her hard-cocked son.
"Put… put it where?" he asked in amazement.
"In my mouth, darling," she smiled wickedly. Now her cunt was twitching with hot desire far her son. "Come to Mom, Rob darling."
Jessica imagined herself reaching out and puffing her hands on her boy's ass. She imagined herself pulling her son toward her, closer and closer to her eager face. She moved him toward her until his jerking cock was only an inch or two away from her lips. The long hard thing was standing straight up against his hard belly, dripping with anticipation and looking as hard as steel and as smooth as velvet.
Unable to resist the temptation another second, Jessica pressed her warm and willing lips against the slippery head of Rob's hard-on. She longed to taste his throbbing male flesh. She flicked out her tongue and touched it to the bulging purplish head of his rod, tasting his salty pre-cum and loving every free-flowing drop of it.
"Does that feel nice, darling?" she heard herself ask.
Rob made a dry rasping sound in reply to his lusty mother.
"If you liked that, Rob, I'm sure you'll just love this," she said, opening her mouth and sucking his dripping dick into her face.
Jessica imagined her son's dick snapping up against the roof of her mouth when she began licking and sucking it. She ran her tongue from the head of his dick all the way to its root, making it harder and hotter and juicier by the second. She knew that her son was going wild with pleasure.
She felt Rob's body shaking. She reached up and grabbed his cum-filled nuts, feeling them suddenly tighten between his legs. She knew that her virginal son was about to shoot his first wad down his own mother's throat.
"Mom! Something's happening to me! Oh gosh! Wow!" she heard her, son gasp when his nuts blew up.
Jessica was seething with desire now. Her fingers worked wildly between her naked legs, diddling the hot lips of her cunt. Her imaginary experience with Rob had her burning with sex-heat. She could almost taste Rob's jism as it shot hot and hard down her throat.
"Rob! Shoot it! Fill my face with your cum!" The woman gasped, realizing that she was actually saying the words that went with her wild incestuous fantasy.
The hot-assed woman rubbed her juicy cunt harder and harder, making her body shake and shiver with pure delight. Her cunt ran with musky sex fluids that she just knew her son would love to lap up and suck into his mouth.
"I want to drink your cum, Rob! I want to feel it running down my throat! Oh God! I need it! Fill me with it! You'll feel so wonderful when you come, Rob!" she moaned as she rubbed her hot twat.
Jessica worked her hand against her slippery cunt while she kneaded the flesh of her naked breasts with her other hand. She was low in the chair, her long naked legs spread widely, her cunt open and rosy with passion. Her hard nipples were tingling with desire. Her areolas were goose pimpled with excitement. Her body glowed with sensuality. She was a mind-boggling sight for Rob to see when he slowly opened the door and walked softly into her bedroom.
Rob was unable to utter a word when he saw his mother doing something strange to her cunt. He didn't know exactly what she was doing, but somehow he didn't think he was supposed to see her doing it. He wanted to turn and leave as quietly as he had come in, but something rooted him to the spot. He wanted to say something to let her know that he was there so she wouldn't think he was spying on her, but he was paralyzed.
His beautiful mother sure seemed to enjoy what she was doing to herself. She moaned and groaned, but it wasn't in pain. She seemed to be feeling something like he did when he rubbed his cock and made it hard. He craned his neck to try and get a better look between her legs. When he saw her rosy gash spread like that he almost keeled over with excitement.
Rob was actually looking at his own mother's pussy! He could hardly believe what was happening to him. He hadn't ever seen a woman naked, much less looked between a woman's legs at her cunt. The only women he had seen naked were in some magazines that his brother Jon had brought home one night. Seeing his mother naked like that a whole lot better than looking at pictures.
Rob knew that he should leave the room. It just wasn't right for him to be there watching his mother do whatever she was doing to herself. He didn't really want to leave though, and of course he couldn't even if he had wanted to, so petrified was he at the moment. His cock was becoming petrified too? He felt his prick getting long and hard between his trembling legs. He had been getting embarrassed a lot lately, when his cock got stiff and stood out in his pants. It made a big bulge that all the girls could see if they looked in the right direction. He had to jerk off every time his dick got that way. If he didn't make the white stuff squirt out of his dick the thing would stay hard all day.
Rob wanted to haul out his stiff dick and beat off right there, right there in his mother's room. There was something strangely stimulating about being in such a dangerous situation. His mother was incredibly beautiful, after all. He had noticed her beauty before, of course, but he had never seen her looking as sexy as she did now. Just standing there and watching her rub that secret place between her legs made his balls ache.
His mother had been muttering something when he walked in, something that he couldn't quite make out. She was opening her lips again now, as if she were talking in her sleep. Rob remembered that he sometimes said things when he was jerking off, dirty things that made his cock tingle. He wondered if that was what his mother was doing. Could it be that his mother was rubbing her pussy the way he rubbed his cock to make himself feel good? He had no idea that women did such things, especially not his own mother. He sure was learning a lot about sex lately, he thought. He had no idea how much more he would learn in the next few days.
Jessica was driving herself wild with naked lust for her son. Even as he stood there in the shadows watching her, she let her mind call up the most stimulating images of him. She saw him standing in front of her with his cock hanging half-hard in front of him, still dribbling cum after he had shot off in her sweet face. She imagined his dick using in a moment or two as if he were suddenly as horny at he had been at the start of their activities. Her cunt was still blazing with sexual fire. She needed his dick inside her, needed to feel his stiff cock pushing in and out of her seething cunt.
"I want you to fuck me, Rob darling," she heard herself say, her body tingling all over with sexual electricity. "I want you to take that stiff thing of yours and put it between my legs. I want you to stick it into my cunt, Rob. I want you to fuck me hard and fast, lover. Don't be afraid. I'll teach you how to fuck your mother just the way she loves it. I'll teach you so much about fucking!"
Rob couldn't believe his ears. He listened carefully to the words his mother was muttering in the heat of her masturbating passion. He couldn't make out all of them, but he heard enough to realize that she was talking to him. It seemed impossible. She was thinking about him while she rubbed her cunt in a hot frenzy. It almost made him dizzy with confusion and strange excitement.
Jessica imagined Rob walking toward her as she fell back on her bed. She spread her long legs and invited her son to sink his cock into her juicy cunt. In her imagination he eagerly accepted her invitation, falling on her and driving his rock-hard prick into her seething cunt. Jessica felt her son's dick plunge into her hot wet cunt. It would have been the first cock she had had in her cunt in two years. It was the most delicious sensation she could imagine.
"Oh, Rob, fuck me! Move it in and out of me! Make me scream, lover! I don't care if you are my son! I don't care how taboo it is! Use that beautiful cock on me! Fuck me! Fuck the piss out of me! Screw your mother! Screw me!" she begged, her cunt on fire with lust for her son.
Rob stared wide-eyed at his mother's inadvertent display. His dick was as hard as a rod of steel in his pants. His balls were hot and tense between his legs. He breathed harder and faster. His heart pounded in his chest. He had to get away, had to feel the lascivious scene in front of him. He didn't dare let his mother see him there now.
Somehow Rob summoned up all his strength and tore himself away. He was so excited and nervous, however, that he ran right into the half-open door, making enough racket to attract anyone's attention.
Jessica almost died when she saw her son in her room. His back was to her now, but she knew that he had seen her playing with her cunt. It was too horrible to be true. Her daydream of lust disappeared immediately, but not the burning desire that blazed in her twat.
"Rob!" she cried, jumping up and striding over to her son.
Jessica grabbed Rob's shoulder and held him fast. She shivered with fear and excitement. She felt his warmth radiating through her hand. Her other hand ran down his side. She wanted to run her hand around in front of him and grab his cock, but she resisted the temptation somehow.
"What are you doing here, Rob?" she asked, her voice trembling.
"N-nothin', Mom! Honest! I didn't see anything!" her son gasped, barely able to get any words out at all.
"Go to your room now, Rob," she said. "We'll have to talk this over later."
Jessica closed the door behind her son. She had to pull herself together. She had to assess the situation. She had to do something to get herself out of the mess she had gotten herself into.