All characters over the age of eighteen.
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The rain came down in a torrent, lightning filled the night sky and thunder rumbled the old house. Elizabeth Dearborn was in a tizzy and couldn't sleep, her mind was racing in fear and her body was so tense, she couldn't relax. It didn't help that her husband was away on business for the week, four days since she'd had any release except for her toys, but they were not a real substitute for a man.
As thoughts of being fucked by her husband drifted through her mind his face morphed into a series of men she'd had idle fantasies about. Gasping, her eyes flew open when the last had been Eric. The delicious tingle between her legs and her suddenly taut nipples gave her an idea and she jumped out of bed before doubt could creep into her mind.
Letting the cotton pajama bottoms and top fall to the floor, she rummaged through her drawer completely naked. Lightning flashed again and she caught a glimpse of her sexy figure in the mirror: large, round breasts capped by puffy nipples that were stiff at the moment, her smooth, tight tummy and her cute ass her husband loved to grab. Her wavy, auburn hair cascaded around her smooth neck and pretty face. For a split second she wondered if she should bother putting anything on at all, but then she shook her head and continued her search.
A moment later she found what she was looking for and put it on: a cream colored short baby doll nighty that barely covered her neatly trimmed bush. The round cheeks of her ass were only half covered. Pirouetting in the mirror, she smiled devilishly and then left her bedroom and made her way down the hall.
There was light coming from under Eric's door. Her eighteen year old son wasn't asleep either it seemed. Without knocking, she opened his door and stepped inside. Eric jumped at the sudden appearance of his mother, tossing something over the far side of the bed. He yanked the sheets up quickly, but it didn't hide the bulge that made an obvious tent between his legs.
Inwardly Beth smiled, catching him masturbating was a welcome surprise. The look of terror on his face would play into her plan nicely as well.
"Oh darling, is the storm scaring you too?" She said sweetly, her voice full of concern.
"Uh, yeah," Eric answered with a stutter. "Yeah, the storm's doing a real number, huh?"
"It sure is," Beth agreed, using her voice to sound frail. "Why don't you sleep with me tonight?"
"Okay," Eric agreed and she beamed a smile at him. She stepped fully into his room so that he could see her in her lingerie. His eyes got big and he swallowed hard. Stealing a glance, she caught the tent in his sheet twitch.
"C'mon baby, hurry up! Come to bed with me."
Elizabeth grabbed at the sheet and pulled it off of him. Eric lunged for his boxers at his ankles and yanked them up, trying not to flash his mother. She smiled at her handsome son, so toned and full of youthful strength. She pretended not to notice his raging erection, but it was at the center of her mind. The lump of flesh between his legs pressed outward against the boxers presenting such an enticing sight to her that her pussy began to flutter with desire.
"Hurry up!" she demanded, bouncing in impatience, causing her breasts to jiggle beneath the filmy top she wore. Eric swallowed hard again and when he was finally moving towards her she turned around and led the way to her bedroom. She hoped that her son was taking a good look at her ass on full display for his pleasure, so much so that she imagined it was glowing with heat.
As they entered the master suite another flash of lightning filled the sky and a deep crack of thunder startled Elizabeth. With a cry she jumped into her son's arms, squishing her full breasts into his chest. His arms wrapped around her and he held her close. Beth felt his iron hard cock pressing into her tummy and she flung her arms around him to keep him from pulling away too quickly.
The lightning faded and they were plunged into near darkness, the only sound was of their breathing and the driving rain on the window. She enjoyed the feel of him so close to her, the smell of his skin. She knew that this was not what mothers were supposed to do, but she discarded that notion. Turning herself slowly, holding Eric's hands about her body, she spun so that her ass was pressed against her son's stiff cock, nestled between her cheeks.
"Here, let's get in bed," she said as she bent over at the waist. A part of her hoped that Eric would take the gift she was offering and slide his cock into her wet pussy from behind and give her the fucking they both needed. It was not to be though, Eric was too much of a gentleman, she thought, as he agreed and let her climb into the bed.
Once they were both in bed Elizabeth snuggled up close to her son, pressing her full bosom into his arm and draping one leg over his. Another peal of thunder and he wrapped an arm around her and held her close as her hand stroked his chest.
"Was the storm the only reason you couldn't sleep?" Elizabeth asked, scissoring her legs slowly to tease her aching pussy.
"Well," he said slowly, "that was only part of it."
"Me too!" Beth giggled, pressing her naked mound against his hip. "Why couldn't you sleep? Besides the storm, that is," she asked.
"You first," Eric said with a hard swallow.
"Okay," she said slowly. Then, in a whisper, "I was horny." Beth could feel his heart racing in his chest as the words escaped her lips. "Were you horny, Eric?"
Eric didn't answer aloud, but she felt him nod. With a big grin and wide eyes her own heart fluttered at his admission. She kissed his chest lightly as her hand continued to slide across his smooth skin, down his chest and across his stomach.
