(Kindest regards and Thanks to kenjisato for proofreading and editing)
Something about Donna, 2.
"That looks great, baby!" Donna chirped cheerfully, eyes on David's phone.
Her son was happily showing the pictures from his latest apartment of interest. He took another sip of his coffee and swiped up the next pic.
"Check out the kitchen!" he bragged, proudly.
"Lovely." Donna nodded and took a swig of her own steaming cup.
"Have you shown dad yet?" she asked.
"Yeah. Yesterday, when I got home," David answered, and changed to an image of the bathroom. "He was in a really good mood yesterday," he added.
Donna smiled to herself, thinking back on the exploits from the previous day. She glanced out the window. The sun was shining brightly through the glass. The day was giving a promise of heat. The kitchen air was already getting clammy.
Suddenly, her husband strutted into view. He was beaming. He looked ridiculous in that outfit, Donna thought.
"You look ridiculous in that outfit," Donna said.
"Oh no, baby! I look distinguished!" Dan exclaimed, whilst taking a superman-pose. "Absolutely perfect golfing clothes," he beamed.
"Sorry, Dad. Gotta agree with mom on this one," David teased. "It's way too hot for golf anyway..." he added.
"Nah, just for weaklings!" Dan laughed. "I'm off any second, by the way."
"All right, honey," said Donna. She got up and gave Dan a kiss and a pat on the cheek. "Have fun with your little friends now."
"Yeah, yeah." Dan shrugged. "What are you up to today?" he asked.
"Nothing much, I think," Donna muttered, and sat back down on her chair.
"Think I'll head to Ricky's," David said. He looked out the window, and shook his head. "Could really use his pool today."
"That's
Richard's
pool, young man," Dan remarked, sounding all fatherly and like a family breadwinner.
Donna just chuckled a bit, and David grinned in faked admittance. That was about it for family breakfast that day.
Donna sat with her coffee, and watched Dan struggle to load the clubs in the car. When he pulled out of the driveway, David got up to get his swimming shorts.
After a few minutes, the son returned. "Yeah, I'll go for a swim at Ricky's. He and his mom are home, so..."
"All right, baby. See you later." Donna smiled. She made to rise and give him a hug, but David had already turned and started walking.
Donna sighed, and started making her way towards the bathroom. Maybe a shower to cool down? Yes, that would do, she decided. She got undressed, stepped in the shower, and turned the water on. It felt nice. The water trickled over her body and flowed over her breasts, her butt, and in between her legs. That particular spot would've gotten wet regardless, though...
As Donna stood there, her head went to yesterday again. Soon, her hand was between her legs, gently rubbing. She pictured Dan and Rachel fucking. She rubbed harder, letting out a small moan.
She pictured Ricky. She pictured him spilling himself on Rachel. She rubbed faster, panting heavily.
Donna stayed with the image of Ricky and Rachel, vehemently rubbing, moaning and feeling herself getting closer to the edge.
Suddenly, her mind switched. Now, she was seeing Rachel riding David, his hard cock pumping fast in his best friend's mother. She had never seen David like that, obviously, so she found herself imagining what his dick looked like. In all likelihood, it was similar to his father's. Donna shook and groaned loudly. She was beginning to orgasm. Quickly she halted herself, and drew her hand back.
She stood panting, a bit worried about having just masturbated while picturing her own son.
Donna got out of the shower, and dried off with her favourite towel. She giggled aloud, "That was close," and shook her head.
She went to the kitchen again, wrapped in her bathrobe, and started making a fresh cup. The memory of Rachel and her son was spinning in her head. More intrusively, her made-up image of David and Rachel was forcing its way in with a vengeance. Fantasizing about her son and her best friend, sent a powerful jolt of excitement through her body. She felt herself immediately moistening again.
Donna drank deeply, and tried to force the images away. She felt quite ashamed about how horny she was. Even more than yesterday. Absentmindedly, she had started fondling her breasts.
She realised once again, that her arousal had gotten hold of her. There was no denying it. Donna was growing a new kink. Despite her attempts, she just couldn't shake it off.
It dawned on her that David was probably over at Ricky's by now. David and Rachel were in the same house!
Donna moaned out loud, and before she knew it, her hand was between her legs once more. She grunted, both from pleasure and frustrated annoyance. "Crap..." she hissed at herself.
She just couldn't keep it at bay any longer. She
needed
to see her son with Rachel!
Donna surprised, even herself, by how quickly the phone was in her hand.
"Yeah?" Rachel answered.
"Um...Hey girlfriend!" Donna spluttered. "Did, um, did David get over okay?"
"Yeah..." Rachel answered puzzled. "He's in the pool with Ricky. I'm looking at them through the window." she added. "Why wouldn't he get here okay?"
"No reason!" Donna coughed, then giggled violently.
Rachel sighed, long and deep. "What do you want, Donna?" she muttered.
"Well, I was just thinking, you know..." Donna fumbled, "maybe you'd wanna get even, you know?"
"How do you mean?" Rachel asked, a knowing apprehension in her voice.
"Well, I had
your
son yesterday--" Donna started, "so, I thought maybe you'd wanna get even today..."
Rachel was stunned silent for several moments. "Y-you can't be serious..." she gasped, finally.
"Yeah, I kinda am..." Donna squirmed, in some embarrassment.
"You've completely lost your mind!" Rachel said, exasperated. "I mean, your husband might be one thing. But, your
son
...!" her voice trembled, with disbelief. But also something else. There was some lingering, hidden excitement there.
That was, at least, what Donna decided she had heard. "You know, I really enjoyed Ricky yesterday," she purred, both teasingly and with some enticement.
"Jesus Christ..." Rachel sighed. She got quiet again, but Donna could hear her best friend's increasingly heavy breaths.
"Looking out the window again, huh?" she teased, a wide grin erupting.
"Mmh, maybe..." Rachel grunted, admittedly.
Donna giggled happily.
Rachel sighed and grunted. "Well, I kinda needed to send Ricky to the store anyway..." she muttered.
Donna got so wet, she could feel her thighs sticky with moisture. If she touched herself now, she was sure to cum. "Shit, yes, do it!" she breathily urged Rachel.
"This is insane!" Rachel groaned. "But, fuck, I think I might actually do it.... Jesus Christ..."
"Say hi to him from me!" Donna squealed. "Well,
don't
really. But, you know what I mean."
Before Rachel had finished her disapproving, but amused and excited, "Crazy bitch!"; Donna had hung up the phone.
She was so wet and bristling with horniness, that she found herself wondering if she'd ever been this aroused before.
She was on the verge of running to the bedroom to get herself off, when she stopped in her tracks. She couldn't help it. She
had
to see this!
A few moments later, Donna had slapped on a summer dress, without any underwear whatsoever, and threw herself in her car. She hurriedly drove towards Rachel's, even realising she was well above the speed limit for a while.
As she parked on the street outside her best friend's house, she halted herself. What was she doing? She barely recognized herself. This sinful, burning desire was unlike anything she'd experienced.
Donna pondered that maybe she should go back home. This wasn't appropriate.
She was on the verge of turning the key again, when she caught a glimpse of Ricky.
The young man walked briskly, certainly heading for the store. He walked away from Donna's direction, so, luckily, she wasn't spotted. Donna panted heavily, as she watched Ricky disappear. As soon as he was gone, she opened the car door and stepped out on the street.
Her heart was thumping, as she made her way to the house's front door. Her hand was trembling when she pushed the handle down. Very gently, she pushed the door open, and let herself in.
The house was quiet. Donna was wondering if Rachel had succeeded. There was no one downstairs, and the pool area was deserted.
Donna started sneaking upstairs. Then she heard them!
"Oh! Shit..." came a distant moan. It was David.
Donna gasped with excitement. She got upstairs. The door to Rachel and Richard's bedroom stood open a bit. Probably, they were in there.
"Yeah, you like that, huh?" she heard Rachel purr.
Donna could barely contain her excited squeal. She rushed over and carefully peered in through the crack of the door. To her joy, she realised that she could see the entire bedroom clearly.
The floor was littered with women's clothes and a pair of swimming shorts.
By the foot of the bed, they stood, Rachel and David. Seeing their naked bodies sent a rush through Donna. Her tingling pussy soaked completely.
Rachel was on her knees in front of David. Her head was bobbing back and forth. David moaned and panted.
Donna shoved her hand between her legs. Eagerly, she rubbed herself, staring at her son getting his dick sucked. Her other hand kneaded and played with her tits. Donna leaned up against the wall, masturbating vehemently to the sight of the ongoing blowjob; her staring gaze, burning.
