Alana Tucker knew what her son's friends called her. It was the same name that the boys called her when she was in high school. She used to curse her parents for giving her such an obviously bad name. But hearing these 18 and 19 year old boys calling her that when they thought she couldn't hear somehow had a very different effect. It made her feel dirty and cheap - and it also made her fantasize about one or more of them later as she stroked her finger along her wet pussy.
Their voices and laughter would come back to her ears as she rode her finger to an orgasm. "My god she's got great tits," she could hear one say to another after she had left the room. "She must be great in bed."
"No doubt," another said. "Mrs. Alana Tucker.... I Wanna Fuck Her!" One of the boys especially got her juices going. Ron was a pretty muscular football player. He was the most obvious about his interest in her. He would stare at her tits and ass, not caring if she caught him doing it and even giving her a flirting smile when she did. He was also the one who usually made comments about her.
While she was coming down the stairs still a little ways away, he'd say to his friends in a low voice (but loud enough for her to hear), "Hey guys, I Wanna Fuck Her is coming." Then, when she left she could catch more of his comments. "I wish I could suck on those tits!" he said more than once. "I'll bet she's a great fuck," he said another time. And the one that stuck most in her mind, "I'd ride her like a wild pony until I broke her."
These comments should have felt degrading to her, but what they did instead was awaken a dark hunger. Her fantasy was much like those of the boys. She would steal glances at their muscular thighs, strong arms, and thick cocks that pressed against their jeans or short. She knew it was wrong, but images of them taking her right there in the family room would fill her mind. She knew boys that age weren't interested in tender love-making. These boys' thoughts were limited to the different ways that they would like to fuck her.
In bed with her husband at night, she pictured herself bent over the pool table getting pounded from behind by Ron while his friends watched. "I'll bet they would all like to take turns with me," she thought. "One after another after another....." Her finger urgently rubbing her swollen clit while her husband fucked her from behind would bring her to a strong orgasm as her fantasy played out in her mind.
Gradually, Alana found herself dressing in clothes to attract more of their comments. If she was honest to herself, she would even have to have admitted that she was starting to look a little trashy. Her shorts got tighter and shorter, to the point that half of her ass often hung out for the boys to see. Sometimes, she wore skirts shorter than the ones worn by those cute little high school girls her son dated. And, always, she wore tops that showed off her large tits. Her husband, Steve, wondered what was coming over her, but he was just happy to have such a sexy wife and never asked any questions.
God had blessed Alana with a pair of tits that made men and boys drool. They were firm, large (actually a bit too large for her small frame), and topped with nipples that swelled straight out about a half inch like little bullets when she got excited. She had long ago learned that she could get her way with any man by just making sure he got a nice look at those beautiful globes.
One afternoon, Ron and one other boy named Jeff stopped by to see her son. He was not coming home until late, but Alana didn't tell them that. She invited them to come in and wait for John to get home. Her husband wouldn't be home for at least two hours, and Alana thought to herself that this might be an opportunity to have her fantasy fulfilled.
She went upstairs to her room, started to close the door then decided to leave it open instead. It was unlikely that they would come upstairs, but the chance that they could see her as she began to undress and change clothes excited her. She first stripped herself all the way naked. She didn't usually get dressed like that, but seeing her entirely naked body in the mirror got her very excited. She then started to put on a new outfit she'd ordered on-line and that had arrived only a couple of days before.
First she put on the little things. From her jewelry box, she picked out a pair of very long, dangly earrings, and a chain of pearls. She put on fresh eye makeup and a bright red lipstick. After that, she wiggled her feet into the spiked high heels she had just bought. They were 5" high so that she was nearly on her toes as she stood there. Alana turned slowly around in front of the mirror, taking in the view that these boys would soon get to enjoy. She bent forward a little, letting her tits hang down and thinking how she looked like a high class whore with the fancy jewelry and the very high "fuck me" pumps.
Next went on a demi-bra that went under her tits, lifting them up and pushing them forward, but leaving the nipples completely bare. Alana ran her hands up over them, feeling her hard nipples under her palms. She closed her eyes and pinched softly, then a little harder. It almost made her gasp as the sensation shot down straight to her hot little pussy.
Last of all she put on a very tight, very bright, very tiny, yellow strapless dress. It wasn't quite see-thru, but the way it clung to her thrust out tits made her nipples easily seen beneath the clingy material. At the top, she had to wiggle and squirm a little to get it to stay just above those eager nipples. At the bottom, it was so short that it just barely covered her ass. It actually took her several tries to get it adjusted so that she was at least mostly covered from top to bottom. She put it on without panties underneath and again looked at herself in the mirror.
Her pussy got wet as she took in the sight of herself, once again turning slowly around to see how she looked from behind. She'd watched porn movies with her husband so she knew that she looked just like one of those sluts. It was the kind of look that told a man that she was available for whatever he wanted to use her for. "You look like a fucking little whore," she said to herself in the mirror and the thought made her nipples get hard as rocks. She slipped a finger beneath her dress and ran a finger over her slick, wet clit. She was so horny she nearly came right away.
She started down the stairs to the family room. She was a little nervous because she knew that she was now crossing over a new line. The way she was dressed left very little room for these boys to wonder whether or not they could fuck her. That was the whole idea, of course, but she still wasn't sure if she could go through with it. Her breath was a little quick and short as she got closer and heard the familiar comment from Ron. "Hey, here she comes - I Wanna Fuck Her."
As she walked into the room, she tried to act very casual. "Hi, boys. John just called and said he's over at his girlfriend's and won't be home until late." She almost laughed inside at the look on those two boys' faces as they saw her. They didn't know where to look first as their eyes went wide in surprise and went from her tits to her face to her legs and back again.
She walked over to the pool table and picked up one of the sticks. "You can still stay if you want," she said to them. "We could play a game," she went on while chalking up her cue suggestively. "Wanna take turns with me?"
