Tom Allison

Two horny moms

CHAPTER ONE

Jill Mellon stood in the kitchen of the sprawling suburban home that her ex-husband had left her, preparing breakfast for her teenager Bill. Expertly her hands moved across the stove, flipping the eggs with a flick of one wrist, turning over the bacon with the other.

Jill smiled, brushing the short blonde hair out of her eyes. Twenty years of marriage could make any woman an accomplished chef.

But even as she cooked, Jill was painfully aware of the wet need burning deep inside her hairy cunt.

She was so horny, she thought miserably. So fucking hot.

All she had on was a sheer nightie that hugged the curves of her slim, naked body. Jill was perfectly preserved at age thirty-nine, with the supple flesh and sumptuous figure of a teenager. Now she hotly pressed her pussy mound against the stove, thinking of how badly she needed a long, fat cock spearing up her cunt.

That was the only trouble with being divorced, she thought wryly. Randall had been a bum in a lot other respects, but he'd always been a fantastic fucker. Jill's pussy creamed as she remembered his huge, cum-spitting prick, the way it had felt going up her always-horny pussy tunnel.

Oh Christ, I need some cock, Jill thought hornily, wondering how long it had been since her last lay. I need some stiff fucking prick.

Sighing to herself, the horny mother turned off the stove and hurriedly arranged eggs, bacon and toast on a plate. Then she looked toward the kitchen door, expecting Bill.

It was already eight o'clock, and he was still asleep. That wasn't like him. Of course, Bill was a growing teen, and Jill's heart warmed as she thought of her only child, a shy, handsome teen with a tall, rangy figure and an unkept shock of thick brown hair.