Donna’s Sons

Donna’s Sons

Part 1

On a hot June day, Donna Mason watched from her living room window as a gardener trimmed the lawn in front of her Los Angeles home. He was stripped to the waist and had his chest covered with matted hair. This sight drove Donna crazy.

The guy was in his fifties and didn’t even speak English. Donna knew that it must be difficult for her to be excited by the sight of her gardener. He had never attracted her before. But she had been without a man for almost three months, and this was beginning to annoy her. She quickly finished her vodka and tonic and forced herself to turn away from the window.

While walking over to the portable bar, the petite blonde mixed herself another cocktail. There was nothing else to do at this time of day. However, she could join her three teenage sons at the pool. It was summer vacation, and the boys seemed to be spending most of their time in the water. She heard them when she returned home but decided not to interfere. Donna walked over to the sliding glass door that led from the living room to the patio. There she stopped and stared at him. Her sons were there too, but they were not wearing any clothes.

Donna slowly blushed all the way down to her toes. She hadn’t seen any of her sons naked since they were about ten or eleven and she’d had to help them with their baths. They were young men now, their muscular young bodies shaped like all the imaginary curvy men Donna dreamed of when she masturbated.

Even Bernie, the youngest, had a dick like a grown man. Donna still considered him a child, even though he had just turned eighteen. He’s not a child anymore, she remarked, her shiny eyes riveted to his dangling male appendage.

The boys just stripped off all their clothes. They stood at the edge of the pool, laughing and pushing each other, not at all embarrassed by their nakedness. Donna couldn’t understand how they could do such a trick with her, right here in her house. And then she remembered they didn’t think she was at home.

Usually, at this time of the day, every Tuesday, she went to do her hair.