"Hey, Mom!" Joanne heard a low, thick voice call out. "Over here!"

Joanne drove all thoughts of cocks and balls out of her head for the time being She couldn't be thinking of spurting jizz while she was embracing her son. She just couldn't!

"Doug!" Joanne called back as she saw a tall, muscular blond in a blue military uniform waving wildly at her from a doorway. Joanne watched as her son threaded his way through the crushing crowd until he was wrapping his powerful arms around her and lifting her slightly off the floor.

"Ohhh, put me down!" Joanne said, trying to ignore the ticklish pussy-flutterings that were making her snatch-walls grind hungrily against each other.

"Cod, you're looking good," Doug said, pulling back slightly and looking deeply into his mother's eyes.

Get yourself together, girl, Joanne said to herself as she felt her clit slowly filling up with blood and rising up out of its hot, fleshy surroundings.

"Hey, I hope you don't mind, but I brought a couple of friends home with me," Doug said as he turned around to see if they were behind him.

"Friends?" Joanne echoed mechanically. The house would be a lot different suddenly. For six months she'd been staring at the walls, wondering what it would be like to have a man inside again. Now, she was going to have a pack of them!

"Hey, over here!" Doug cried out to two other teens dressed in the same military uniform. Joanne felt her heart pounding like a trip hammer as the two studs sauntered over to her son.

"Bob Decker, Jim Smith-this is my mom," Doug said as he put his right arm back around Joanne's slender waist and hugged her affectionately.

"Pleased to meet you, Mrs. Hill," they said as Joanne smiled at her son. She was beginning to feel the first rivulet of snatch-juice seeping out from between her fat, hot cunt-lips and trickling through her wiry blonde pussy hairs. Joanne prayed that the teens wouldn't smell her snatch-juice as they stood in the middle of the waiting area of the bus station.