Older attractive women are always hot topics for 18 year old boys, and Gary Darnell and his friends were certainly not exceptions. That the hot bodies were mothers, even their own, didn't matter, if anything, it only served to fuel their fires of fantasy.
Ever seen her naked? Seen her pussy? Does she trim it? Would you fuck her if she would let you? When the boys got together the questions were always the same, varying only in where they fell in the conversation.
Answers varied due to the personality of each boy. Gary's answers never wavered; they were always the same.
Yes; Yes; A little bit; Oh, Yeah! Without exception.
if there were a way for the youngsters to bury the bone between the moms' legs without attracting the attention of their fathers, these young wanna-be studs would never hesitate. Even Franklin, Gary's chubby friend, continually pined with desire for his also short, stout but sweet mother, Mary Lou.
But it was Kim, Gary's mother that always seemed to garner the most admiration and lusty comments from the boys.
Fathers were not excluded from their discussions either. How often does the old man crack that pussy? Is he doing it any good? Has he come to the place that he needs some help? Can he keep it up after he gets it up? For the most part their conclusions were all the same.
Their fathers were undeniably bedroom buffoons for which the guys had lost all respect. They laughed and joked that their dads had long ago forgotten that the center of the universe was between a woman's legs, if indeed they ever knew. They shared overheard arguments and conversations of their parents that revealed how unhappy their moms were at the lack and prowess of bedroom attention. Without exception, something now claimed the attention of their dads, which made no sense at all to the hormonal driven boys.
That fishing, golfing, bird watching and manicured lawns were more interesting than mom's pussy was evidence enough to the boys that their dads were no longer masters of the bedroom. And now no longer being the master of the Master Bedroom, they had simply found something else more interesting. Of all the boys, it was Franklin that best expressed their feelings.
"Who gives a fuck who has the earliest ripe tomato?"
This of course was in response to his father's zealous interest in early tomato bragging rights. It was Franklin's belief that his mother should be given all that time and attention. The boys' judgment of their fathers was swift and without mercy: their fathers were brain-dead from the waist down. One look at their mothers and they concluded the bedroom should be the busiest room in the house.
Typical of young cocks, they crowed that if it were up to them, those exquisite feminine creatures would continually wear the glow of sex on their faces. From their perspective life seemed to play a cruel joke. They wanted sex, their moms wanted sex, but neither could get any. Dads on the other hand could get all the sex they could handle but just turned it down. And it wasn't right.
From as early as Gary could remember his mother had been the focus of his attention. When younger it had been her sparkling eyes and beautiful smile, but now that he was older and his mother had matured, it was her raw sexual magnetism. Now as an older male with friends, Gary learned that his mother was not his fantasy exclusively. Most of his neighborhood buds admitted a similar attraction for her. Among the boys, Kim was considered to be the hottest. They openly joked about fucking each other's moms, but there was no denying that the mom most desired was Kim. While their condor made Gary somewhat uncomfortable, in an odd sort of way he was proud that it was his mom they most wanted to be with.
Kim Darnell was one of the older mothers. Not overly tall at 5'6", she was an attractive dish-water blond that age had ripened with wide hips and full breasts. While some of the moms had prematurely succumbed to matronly middle-aged styles, Kim intentionally kept pace with the styles, choosing items that would accentuate her obvious sultry curves. That she was unafraid to show some cleavage or expose a leg kept her in good standing with all men. Kim could turn a head as easily at forty-two as she did at twenty-two, a fact that was not lost on the horny testosterone saturated group of eighteen-year-olds. She knew Gary's group of friends, and even her son, Gary, fantasized about her, and she played to their interest.
On a warm Saturday evening in late August, Gary's parents, Kim and Mike Darnell, hosted a pre-season football social for the team. Anticipation for a successful season was high. Several girls were in attendance, but the turnout was mostly the young guys of the team. No one wanted to miss a party, especially one that offered a chance to flirt with Mrs. Darnell. Guys were eager to see how much flesh she would expose.
Kim ensured there was plenty to eat -- a colossal task considering that most everyone at the party was a ravenous 18 year olds with a more than healthy appetite -- in more ways than one. A social butterfly herself, she was more than welcome to mingle among the kids, which for the boys was a delight. While there were a number of striking girls at the party, the difference between them and the older, well-toned mother willing to expose herself was more than obvious. The boys followed her every move, something that did not escape the attention of her husband, Mike.
Mrs. Darnell didn't just look good that night; she was mouth-watering. When the party began she was dressed for the pool, but later in the evening she exchanged her black bikini top for a snug, low-cut baby blue tank top. In addition to being more comfortable, the absence of a bra produced opportunity for her sizably ripened nipples to strain against the thin fabric providing eye trinkets for the boys. When her son, Gary, fell prey to her nipples, his interests only served to moisten her not so motherly feelings.
The party was tracking along smoothly so it wasn't long before Mike needed to go to the garage for another case of sodas. That trip marked the beginning in a change of events. While in the garage Mike heard muffled voices coming from the other side of the garage wall. There were voices which indicated a couple had slipped away from the group and were standing in a secluded, shadowed area of the yard.
After icing the drinks, Mike quietly made his way around the corner of the garage to stand in the shadows behind a large bush.
Gary, who had been listening to his father encourage him to keep the garage door closed, noticed how abruptly his father had ended the conversation then turned to walk away. Watching his dad move toward the back corner of the yard, Gary felt it odd that his father had secretively gone to stand in the shadow of the large evergreen - unnoticed by most everyone. Curious, Gary made a wide circle and came up behind and to the right of his father.
Drawing close but still not close enough to be seen by his father, Gary was able to see the figures his father was spying on. There was a couple in the shadows toward the back of the garage, hidden from most everyone else. From his angle, and because of a lack of light, Gary wasn't able to recognize the girl, but if she moved slightly he would know as the security light from the neighbors would expose her.
There was no mistaking who the guy was. With a bulk like that it had to be Andy Potter. The girl was leaning into him, and her hands were all over him. It was pretty obvious to both Gary and Mike that something juicy was going to happen. Her hand was busy with the front of his boardshorts. Gary couldn't keep from grinning as he thought about the shock this girl was in for. Andy was one of those tall young men that nature blessed proportionately. Things on him weren't attached, they hung.
Glancing toward his dad, Gary was interested to see if Mike was going to disturb the couple before they got down to business. But instead of interrupting the lovers in the dark, Gary watched his dad take a more secluded yet advantageous position. Mike, now a voyeur, had succumbed to his own perversion. He was greedy in his leering at the tantalizing silhouette of this young woman as she prepared to suck a Blue Ribbon Cock.
Gary hadn't been able to establish the girl's identity, but when she leaned back to push her top up so Andy could get to her tits, he gasped. The cock hungry girl that had so eagerly been rubbing his friend's cock, the girl that had proudly jerked her top up to expose her big, beautiful tits was his mother! And he continued to gawk as she invited Andy's busy hands to her delicious melons.
Surely to god his dad would now charge from his seclusion like an angry bull! Surely he would find this unacceptable! Surely he would not stand idly by while Andy Potter stuffed his big cock in his wife's mouth and released a hot load! But when Gary looked his father still hadn't moved. So there they were, father and son, standing in the shadows, each massaging burning erections while Kim, wife and mother, greedily massaged a horse cock of her own. And the fact was unless someone interrupted, and soon, his mother would hungrily be devouring some young, hard cock.
