MOM WAS A DESPERATE HOUSEWIFE

MOM WAS A DESPERATE HOUSEWIFE

The sight of male members makes mom horny beyond her control!

By Oediplex 8==3~



Inspired by the il-lust-rations of Pandora’s Box, the world’s greatest incest artist

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Slightly dated as to current plot of the series, this does not effect the action between mother and son.

My mom and I love to watch “Desperate Housewives” on TV. I think three out of the four main ladies are hot, and I love the sexy things that go on in the series. My mom loves the hunks, and dirty laundry plot lines. Mom is a blond; with a build like Susan; and a sex drive like Gabrielle. Fortunately, she is not as compulsive about the house as Bree is, but she does keep things nice.

Mom and dad divorced when I was 16, three years ago. Since then, between work, keeping house, and raising me, she has not had any time for romance. But she was a “flower child of the boomer generation” as she puts it, and is fairly liberal about a lot of things. So it was not a shocker, when she and several of her women pals went out to a male stripper club, a couple of weeks ago. It was a birthday bash for one of the gals.

In one episode, Bree commented to her marriage councilor about what she liked about having a male making love to her; that might have sparked something in mom’s thinking, because she made a “Hhumm” sound, after hearing that remark. After this last week’s program was over, mom turned to me, we were both sitting on the couch together as usual.

“Danny, would you do me a favor this week, sometime?”

“Sure, mom, what?”

“Well, it’s a little embarrassing . . .”

You don’t have to be embarrassed with me, mom, I’m 19 now. You always said we should be honest and open with each other; ‘cause we are all we’ve got, just each other.”

“Well, it’s not always easy to discuss personal things, but I know you’re old enough to understand. Something Bree said tonight, reminded me of the outing we girls had the other Saturday.”

“When you guys – I mean ladies – went to the stripper show.”

“Yes, I really got . . . that is . . . well, I had forgotten how much I liked looking at men’s . . . at men.”

“At men’s members.” I used a polite term to spare mom any further difficulty in expressing her request.

“Yes, thank you. I’d do this myself but I get embarrassed in public about such things. Would you buy me a copy of ‘Playgirl?’ Oh! And you can pick up a copy of ‘Playboy’ for yourself . . . if you want – I’ll pay for both of course.”

“Sure, no problem, mom. I understand. But you were out in public looking at pubic that night!”

My humor hit its mark and mom laughed, the tension being released by having gotten her shy plea out in the open, and my funny punny remark. “Yes, but that was different. I was with my best friends, and there it’s expected.” She giggled again. “I certainly got an eyeful! I haven’t seen so many cocks, since I went to Woodstock!”

“I saw the movie last month on TV. Weren’t you that girl running around with nothing on but body paint?”

“No! That wasn’t me! Besides I never took my shorts off.”

“Then you were topless?”

“Just for the communal bathing one day. We all went down to the brook, but they didn’t get that into the film. I’m only in the crowd shots. Even if you know where to look, you’d need a magnifying glass.” She stood up, “I’ve got an early morning appointment at the office tomorrow, so I’m going to bed. Remind me to give you the cash for the magazines, before I go.”

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But I slept late, and one thing led to another. So, it was yet another week, before I had gotten the publications that were to change things for the two of us. Once again, we were on the couch together, for our favorite show. I was in my baggie shorts, and mom wore one of dad’s old tee shirts, with just panties underneath.

As the show ended, I told mom to stay seated on the couch, and scurried to my room. I sped back with the magazines. “Here you are mom, I didn’t forget. Does ‘Playgirl’ have a fold out like ‘Playboy’?

“Didn’t you look at it, when you brought it home?”

“No, I just got them yesterday, and I was too busy looking at my copy of ‘Playboy’ when I brought tit home!”

Mom chuckled, “You and your puns! Well, let’s see . . . yup – there is a foldout. MY!” mom’s eyes got big, and her brows arched, “That’s some kind of beefcake!”

“Yeah, but even though the picture is pulled all the way, he still isn’t full extended!”

“I get it. Yes, too bad. What about the one in yours?” I opened the ‘Playboy’ to the centerfold. “Humph! And your girl isn’t completely spread, even though her photo is fully opened!” We both laughed at the double meaning / double jokes we both had made. Then mom made a quick survey of the magazine’s articles and items, with little time spent perusing the pix, which she obviously had desired the journal for. I read her a couple of jokes, from the other side of the Playboy centerfold. She shared a few of the cartoons in Playgirl, which she found funny.

Then she said she wanted to retire. She took the magazine with her, and I could imagine what she planned to do, in the privacy of her bedroom. Just what I had done, when I had gotten home, and gone through the male version, of the kind of adult material she was scrutinizing tonight. I snuck out into the hall, to listen at her door. Sure enough, soon I heard her turning pages, and making little comments to herself about what she was viewing.

Not long after, her tone changed. She began to make soft sounds and murmurs, and say, “Oh yes! . . . uhh huh! . . . and gasps coupled with moans. She was clearly masturbating. By this time, I was too, with my shorts around my ankles, and my hand stroking my hard-on. I was picturing mom with her legs spread wide open; the ‘Playgirl’ in one hand, and the fingers of the other in her pussy or playing with her clit. There was a noise like that of the magazine falling to the floor, then her quite distinct cries and yelps, of mom in the throes of her climax. Hers peaked my own cum, and I spilled a big gob of jism on the hallway carpet.

I guess I had made some sort of whimper, when I popped my pecker, because I heard the bedsprings creak and footsteps crossing the room toward the door. I started toward my room, and almost tripped on my shorts! I stepped out of them, grabbed them up, and stark naked zipped around the corner. I was out of sight just before the door clicked open. I held my breath, afraid to move, lest mom come around the corner and catch me! She made a funny sort of sound, and then I heard her distinctive chuckle, and she closed the door.

I was so relieved not to be found out, that I went back to my bed and fell asleep. I dreamed that mom was Gabrielle, and I was the teenage gardener, and that we were doing it in our upstairs hall, outside her door, right on the floor! In the morning, I wondered which of the guys in the ‘Playgirl’, mom had masturbated to, and what he looked like.

That summer I was at loose ends, and had not found work yet. So I was around the house a lot, while mom went to her job as a manager with a local manufacturing firm. I did a lot of the chores, to relieve her of those drudgeries. This gave me the idea to put mom’s sheets in the laundry that day, and see what kind of a wet spot she had left. While mostly dry, there were actually two rather big ones! Mom had had double fun last night. She must have masturbated a second time, after I went back inside my room. Hot momma!

I found the magazine on her night stand, and flipped through it, to see if I could detect where she had been studying the guy’s dicks the most.