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Mother With The Hots

The water was slightly above 100 degrees Fahrenheit. She sat in it to her neck, feeling the sensual heat wash about her.Leaning her head back on the deck, her arms up, Marilyn sighed inpleasure. Around her were the tall pines and the green, rolling hills. There waseven a small stream a few yards away. Birds chirped and sang in the treebranches. And Marilyn's cunt was hotter than the water. She was naked as usual. She loved to sit in the hot tub on fine springdays and especially enjoyed being outside without clothes on. It gaveher a sense of freedom and, she admitted to herself, a glorious feelingof wickedness. No one could see her--they were miles from any other homehere in the foothills. No one ever came around, not even hunters. Therewas no game here to attract them and the only road nearby was the oneleading to their home. Marilyn had gotten this house in her divorce settlement, along withalimony for two years. Also, she had custody of her son, Donny. Herex-husband had not fought very hard and for that she was glad. Thedivorce had been almost friendly. But any love she had for her husbandwas long gone, as his was for her. As usual, they never learned whatwent wrong. Six months was a long time for Marilyn to do without a cock. If she hadher choice she would fuck every day--morning, noon, and night. But nowshe had no choice. She did, however, have her hands and fingers. As the early afternoon sun burned down onto her, she shoved a hand alongher swelling, shapely tits just ...

... beneath the hot water. Her flesh wasvery smooth, like satin. Cupping her tit for a moment, she squeezed thefirmness, feeling her nipple press into her palm. A tingle of pleasurerippled down her stomach to her cunt and she felt her clitoris swelling. Moving her hand downward, she ran her fingers through the bushythickness of her cunt hair. Parting her thighs, she probed lightly uponher knotted clitoris, sliding her finger down and into the slipperytightness of her pussy. Marilyn loved to caress herself this way, outside in the hot tub withthe sun hot enough to make her sweat. She loved feeling and probing herbody with the fresh air around her. Yet, if she had a choice, she would prefer a man's hands moving abouther sensitive flesh. A man with a beautiful cock she could massage,squeeze, and stroke into lovely hardness; watch the head become round;the piss hole dripping against her palm. But there was no man here or anyplace else. The only male around was Donny, but he didn't count. He was too young inthe first place and in the second place, he was her son. That was theorder in which she assigned him--first too young, second being her son.She never thought it strange to think of Donny that way but nothingwould ever happen between them. Donny really was too young to beinterested in girls and he was much too involved with his butterflycollection. She could sit naked in the hot tub all day and her son would never seeher body, not even if he stood next to her. That is, she didn't ...