The unmistakable sounds coming from Billy Martino's bedroom filled the house. Yes, the high school senior was at it again. Tonight for some reason the sound coming from the teenager's bedroom was a little more intense than usual.
"Thump!! Thump!! Thump!!"
The familiar noise from the boy's bedroom had become a nightly happening in their very nice but small two bedroom house. As she lay in her bedroom down the hallway Monica Martino looked at the clock. It was just before 2 am, same time as usual. Her teenage son Billy was in his bed, obviously masturbating.
The soon to be 40 year old divorcee had read all the articles and books about a single mother raising a normal teenage boy and knew that this was just a part of a normal kid growing up. Billy Martino, without a father figure in his life to guide him in the ways of the world, will have to do it with only the help that a single mother could give him.
As Monica lay there she knew there was no way she was getting back to sleep until her son was done in there. A few months ago she realized that the sounds of healthy teenage boy beating his meat every night was starting to have an effect on the undersexed mother. Monica toyed with the idea of some night getting the courage to pry the door open just a bit and watch her son go at it. But she never got the courage to sneak a peek. She knew that invading her son's most private moment would change their relationship forever.
The increasingly intense rhythm of the youngster was starting to make Monica wet. Her horny cunt was dripping from excitement. The brown haired divorcee excitedly grabbed her dildo from the nightstand. As long as there's not going to be any sleep for awhile and as horny as the sounds of her young son was making her, she might as well....yes two can play this game!
Suddenly...from her son's bedroom...
"MOM!!! OHHHH MOMMMM!!! SHIT MOMMMMM!!! OHHHHH!!!"
The cry of her teenage son was too much. Did she hear right? Did her son Billy just cry out for his...MOM? What was happening in there? Is everything okay? Did her darling boy somehow hurt himself and suddenly need her help? Her attention was now on full alert.
"MOM!!! YES MOM!!! GO FOR IT...MOM!!!....SUCK IT!!!.PLEASE!!!..."
The soon to be 40 year old mother heard the headboard hit the wall as her son was really getting into it.
"MOM!!! FUCKKKK ITTT MOM!!! RIDE MY FUCKIN' COCK!!! YES MOM!!! SHIT!! YOUR CUNT IS SO...FUCKIN' TIGHT!!"
The horny divorcee just lay there. The pretty brunette mother could feel the wetness developing in her swollen cunt as she listened to the spectacle happening in her son's bedroom down the hall. Her teenage son was thinking about her as he was jacking off!
"THUMP!! THUMP!! THUMP!!"
The young son was obviously getting into a good rhythm. The now dripping wet divorcee tried to picture in her mind the vision of her teenage son in his bed laying on his back running his hand up and down on his erect cock, the red cock head glistening with precum in the pale light. Monica could picture the inflamed piss hole opening wide, ready to shoot it's teenage load high in the air.
"GONNA FUCK YOU MOM!!! GONNA FUCK YOU GOOD!!! YES MOM!!! YES!!!"
The sound coming from her son's bedroom was too much for Monica. The lonely divorcee licked the rubber cock head, then ran her tongue along the 10 inch shaft of the fake penis. Monica would always make sure her rubber "lover" was coated with her juices before she plunged it in and out of her hungry mommy hole. Her mind then traveled back to the other room. From experience she knew her teenage boy was ready to blow his nuts.
"MOM!! GONNA...CUM MOM!!! GONNA...YES!! IN YOUR...FUCKINNN CUNT!! UHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!"
In the playground of her mind, her teenage son Billy was on top of her, pumping away, his sweat dripping off his young virile body as he shuddered and emptied his balls deep into his mother. The fantasy in her mind was becoming more and more real as she plunged the rubber phallus into her hungry mommy hole.
"YES BILLYYY!!! OHH SHITTT YESSSSS!!! FUCK MOMMYYY!! HARDER BILLYYY!!! HARDERRR!!!"
Monica Martino was in her bed flat on her back, her long beautiful legs in the air and spread wide as she thrust the rubber dildo harder, harder into her dripping wet tunnel. The lonely divorcee slowly opened her eyes and suddenly realized something was a bit different this time.
Shit! Her bedroom door was open halfway, and standing there...watching her...was...Billy! The teenage boy was speechless, just standing there, stroking his big young cock . The horny brunette divorcee tried to block the reality of the moment out of her mind, hoping perhaps this is just all a dream. Monica Martino, 39 year old single mom, only knew one thing....she had to cum...now! Right now the need in her neglected cunt was just too much. She didn't care if her son watched her or not. She'll just have to deal with this episode later.
The dark haired beauty's brain was losing the battle with the need in her swollen cunt. If he is there watching me, might as well give my darling son a good show.
The lovely mother gave her son a sexy smile and not saying anything, continued her assault on her neglected gash. The undersexed brown haired milf's legs flew apart giving her teenage son a great view of the dildo thrusting in and out of his sexy mother's dripping wet tunnel. Monica's legs started shaking as she was nearing her orgasm.
"FUCK ME BILLYYYY!!! FUCK YOUR MOMMYYY!!! SHIT BILLY IT'S SO...FUCKIN'...GOOD!!! YOUR FUCKINNN COCK...IS SO FUCKINNN BIGGG!!! MOMMY'S CUMMIN!!! CUMMIN REAL GOOD!!! GO AHEAD!!! CUM!! IN YOUR MOMMMYYYYY!!"
Monica drove her dildo all the way into her hungry cunt then held it there as her whole body shook and shuddered.
"CUMMMINNNN!!!! AAAAAAIIIIIEEEEEEEEE!!!! AAAAIIIIEEEEEEEE!!!!"
A couple minutes later the horny divorcee caught her breath. She looked at the door and no one was there. Did her young son see her spread wide, fucking herself senseless with the rubber dildo, screaming his name as she had the best orgasm of her life? Or was it just a dream? In the intensity of the last few minutes Monica wasn't quite sure exactly what happened.
The next morning Monica stood in front of the stove wearing a navy pantsuit as her teenager bounded down the stairs. The divorced mother was nervous as hell, not knowing how to handle what had happened last night. From now on things were going to be very very different around the Martino home.
"Morning mom."
"Morning darling. You better hurry and eat your breakfast. Don't want to be late for school."
As her son wolfed down his eggs and toast, the embarrassed mother tried to best to see any sign that maybe this morning things were going to be any different. Mother and son chatted about Billy's big history test and how Monica was taking her car in for an oil change after work. Thank God nothing seemed any different this morning. Maybe, just maybe, the sight of her teenage son in the doorway was just a dream.