Cumming on Mother
Being a single young mother in a tiny country isn't easy. Take me, you could to if you were here with me right now because there's something about hot, humid weather that makes me insatiably horny. If I need an excuse for what happened at the beginning of this long, hot summer, I could blame it on the heat of the night. I was between lovers and hadn't had any steady sex in months. I could blame that. Getting laid in my tiny country village is a real problem for me no matter what time of the year it is because most of the guys are too old, too young, or too married for me. Working as much overtime as I can get to support my three teenagers and myself didn't make getting laid any easier either. I could have blamed that if I wanted to. The bottom line is that I'm not looking for an excuse because it was the beginning of something beautiful for all of us.
I thrive on sex. I need it regularly just to function normally. Actually it really doesn't matter how often I have sex because any erotic sight, sound, smell, taste, touch, or though has me wet and ready for more in a heartbeat. The problem with that is that I haven't had a steady sex life since my husband left me for a less sexually demanding girl fourteen years ago. The problem is that no one guy, not even an Italian Stallion, could ever get it up often enough or keep it up long enough to satisfy me sexually, especially not during the long, hot summers.
Just thinking about what I will be sharing with you here has my juices cascading down my soft, sensitive inner thighs like water flowing over Niagara Falls. I'm sitting here naked, typing with one hand as I work a huge vibrating dildo in and out of my throbbing hole with the other. Actually, until the beginning of this long hot summer I wouldn't have had much of a sex life at all if it hadn't been for my faithful sex toys. I had never been much of a diarist because nothing exciting enough to write about ever happened to me but that all changed with the coming of this June. The truth is that it was at Roy's urging that I started this journal and now it's his idea that I share it with all of you.
Clothing is optional around our house. I run around in long cotton T-shirts with nothing on under them. I like the way the soft fabric caressed my super sensitive nipples keeping the erect and hard all the time. During the long, hot summers, those T-shirts clung to my body like a second skin leaving very little to the imagination. My huge ruddy colored nipples, saucer size aureole, and fiery red haired bush clearly visible to anyone who cared to look. Of course, the only guys that saw me dressed like that were my boys and they did look.
The four of us have always been very close, closer than most mothers and sons ever become. We were best friends, confidant. We went everywhere together. We did everything together. We talked about everything, openly sharing our most personal and intimate thoughts and feelings. There were no subject that was taboo or off limits. Slowly, as the boys matured sexually we spent more and more time talking about sex. Slowly I became aware of the sexual tension developing between us.
The sexual tension developing between us surged upwards as the years passed. I was well aware of how well endowed they were. I could not miss that fact because they started wearing nothing but loose fitting boxer shorts around the house. Their long, thick cocks showed clearly through their thin, white cotton boxers. Their cocks were as long and as thick as my forearms. Their hairy balls the size of tennis balls. The sight of their near naked bodies was a real turn on for me.
The sexual tension between us became fiercely intense when they started getting erections. At first they tried to hide their developing hardons from me but they relaxed when I started caressing them with my eyes as we set watching television.