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Hot Moma

Chapter 1

Never in her life had Roxie felt such feelings. Sex simply had not been part of her life.

Until now.

For some reason, she thought about it constantly. Images of hard cocks would come into her mind at the most inappropriate times, often embarrassing her. She would be shopping in the supermarket, and an unusually shaped cucumber would suddenly resemble a thick, long cock. She found herself looking for things that resembled a cock, blushing furiously when she realized what she was doing. Even mundane objects like a telephone pole made her think of cock.

Once, much to her embarrassment, she had come out of her bath, forgetting she was naked, and she had bumped into her son in the hallway.

For a moment Roxie had seemed disoriented, until she saw how her son was staring at her. Then, with a cry of embarrassment, arms and hands covering her tits and cunt as best she could, she had run back into the bathroom and slammed the door, sitting on the toilet and sobbing into her hands, wondering what was happening to her. Later, after she had calmed somewhat, she wondered what her son must think of her.

Tossing soiled clothing into a washing machine, she felt it vibrating, against her hips and thighs. Immediately she felt such a responding throb in her cunt, and she moaned, not wanting to feel such wanton sensations. Her hips pushed against the machine, the vibration sending quivering thrills through her body.

Squeezing her eyes shut, Roxie felt herself giving in to the urges, for the first time unable to resist.

Arching her back, she inched her skirt up.

The cheeks of her ass tightened, then began to bunch in a writhing motion. Her cunt seemed to swell, become puffy, her clit knotted with fiery heat.

"No," she whispered in a desperate try to stop herself. "No… no… no."