And in recent months, Karen had found herself desperately attracted to her two sons.

Mike and his younger brother Phil were both very handsome, strapping studs who, Karen knew, fucked the asses off of lots of horny women in their suburban neighborhood. A number of times she'd caught glimpses of their pricks in the raw, and her pussy had always tingled when she'd seen that her boys were so awesomely well-hung.

Secretly she wanted to suck and fuck their big pricks, to take their creamy cum as it shot down her throat or into her milking pussy. In the past few months she'd begun fingerfucking herself to thoughts of them, imagining that one of her boys had decided to fill the wet, needy fuck hole between his mother's legs.

It was two o'clock now. She was alone in the house, and she'd been so horny all day that she had trouble concentrating on her housework. Absentmindedly she walked around her living room with a dust mop, dressed in a pair of skimpy white shorts and a pullover jersey that stretched over her enormous, braless tits.

Karen could feel her huge tits jiggling under the top as she moved, the fat purplish nipples protruding through the sheer fabric. Every so often she stopped dusting to rub her aching pussy through the shorts.

The doorbell rang. Karen glanced out the window before answering it and immediately felt the wet heat in her pussy grow much worse. It was Ricky Crawford, the paperboy, with the burlap courier sack over his shoulder and the collection book in his hands.

Karen had wanted to suck his prick the first time, she'd seen his handsome, innocent face and lean muscled body. She knew she should at least put on a bra before receiving him, but Karen mischievously threw open the door just as she was, greeting the innocent paperboy with a magnificent view of her huge tits.

At the sight of her over endowed bosom, Ricky's cock quickly began to grow down the insides of his leg. "Collection time, Mrs. Douglas," he said nervously.