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Disclaimer: I did not write this story. I'm just posting it for those of 
you who enjoy such stories. If you are a minor (under 18) do not read, 
this story is for adults only

(c) Copyright 1997 Eros.   ALL Rights Reserved

This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without
the written permission of the author.  This story may be freely
distributed with this notice attached.



Filename: DONNA.TXT
Title: Donna's Three Sons
Author: Eros



                          DONNA'S THREE SONS
                              (by Eros)

                              Chapter 1.

    On a hot June day in Los Angeles, Donna Mason looked out her living
 room window and watched the gardener mowing the front lawn of her house.
 He was naked to the waist, and he had a broad, hair-matted chest. The
 sight was turning Donna on like crazy.

    The guy was in his fifties, and he didn't even speak English. Donna
 knew she had to be pretty hard-up to get turned on by the gardener. He'd
 never attracted her before. But she'd been almost three months without a
 man, and it was beginning to get to her. She quickly drank down her vodka
 and tonic and forced herself to turn away from the window.

    Striding to the portable bar, the petite blonde mixed herself another
 drink. There wasn't anything else to do at that time of day. Of course,
 she could join her three teenage sons in the pool. It was summer
 vacation, and the boys seemed to spend most of their time in the water.
 She'd heard them out there when she came home, but had decided not to
 intrude. Donna strolled to the sliding glass door that led from the
 living room to the patio. There she stopped and stared. Her sons were out
 there all right, but they weren't 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. Now they were young men, their muscular young
 bodies as adult in contour as any of the imaginary male figures Donna
 fantasized about as she masturbated. Even Bernie, the youngest, had a
 man-size cock. Donna still thought of him as her baby, even though he had
 just turned eighteen. He certainly wasn't a baby anymore, she observed,
 her glittering eyes glued on his dangling male appendage.

    The boys were just skinning out of their clothes. They stood at the
 edge of the pool, laughing and shoving each other around, looking
 completely unselfconscious about their nudity. Donna couldn't understand
 how they'd pull such a stunt with her right there in the house. Then she
 remembered... they didn't think she was home.

    Ordinarily she went to have her hair done at this time every Tuesday.
 She hadn't told her sons that she'd changed the schedule. So this was
 what they did when they thought she was out of the house.

    Donna carefully kept in the shadows, not wanting the boys to see her.
 Maybe she could learn something else about their behavior when they
 thought nobody was watching them. After all, she was the only adult in
 charge of them, now that their father had chosen to remove himself from
 their lives.

    Just three months earlier, Carl, Donna's highly successful attorney
 husband, had announced that he was leaving her for his eighteen-year-old
 secretary. Donna was still in shock from that. Maybe she wasn't as young
 as his blonde, bimbo girlfriend, but she was still plenty good-looking,
 and they'd been married twenty years.

    Granted, she and Carl hadn't been getting along that well the last few
 years, and maybe the marriage was failing, but it was still a rude
 surprise to be suddenly left without a husband... and without sex.

    It was the sex part that bothered her most. Watching her naked teenage
 sons jostle each other at the poolside, watching their virile young cocks
 bounce and swing, Donna felt her pussy growing hot as fire. Hot, sticky
 cunt-cream leaked from her neglected cunt, moistening the crotch of her
 panties. All of a sudden her own sons were getting her turned-on!

    "Oh, my God," she moaned, "what's wrong with me?"

    Donna already knew the answer, of course... She needed to be fucked,
 and she needed it desperately. Even when she and Carl were quarreling,
 they were still physically attracted to each other, and they'd always had
 pretty hot sex. She missed that regular love-making. In fact it was
 driving her crazy to go without it.

    Now her eyes darted from one handsome teenage prick to another, and
 she couldn't help wondering what those three magnificent young cocks
 looked like when they were stiff. Were her boys virgins, or were they
 fucking their girlfriends? What kind of lovers were they? Could they
 possibly have inherited their father's talent for love-making?

    "Oh, stop it, Donna, that's sick!" she scolded herself.

    But she couldn't get the subject off her mind. She was pretty sure
 that Matt, her eldest boy. was no virgin. Matt was twenty and he'd always
 been very popular with the girls, even in Junior High. He'd had a long
 string of girlfriends since then and Donna suspected that it was because
 Matt liked to `play the field' as far as women were concerned. He was the
 typical wolf.... always on the prowl.

    Her middle son, Terry, was nineteen, and if kids today were anything
 like they were when she was Terry's age, he'd have lost his his virginity
 years ago. Like her other sons, he was dark, handsome and sexy-looking,
 and like his older brother... Terry never lacked for dates.

    But what about Bernie... her youngest? Just turned eighteen, he still
 looked so young... even now, lewdly displaying that huge cock of his,
 Donna thought with a suppressed tingle of lust. Bernie was the `black
 sheep' of the family where girls were concerned. He'd always been the shy
 type, and never exhibited any of the animal magnetism that his two older
 brothers had done. It might even be possible that he still hadn't gone
 all the way with a girl yet.

    Donna was shocked to find her pussy drooling heavily as she thought
 about Bernie thrusting his hard young cock into a girl's pussy for the
 first time. Her own hot cunt began to tingle strangely at the very
 thought. Then her fevered thoughts evaporated as the boys began diving
 into the pool. She watched their lean, tanned bodies flying through the
 air, catching tantalizing glimpses of their young cocks. Within minutes,
 Donna found herself softly whimpering with need, the crotch of her
 panties soaked with her molten cuntal cream.

    "What am I going to do?" she moaned. "I can't go on like this. I'll go
 crazy."

    But what could she do? Drag the gardener into the house and fuck him?
 Dash to the nearest singles bar and hijack some stud? It was so
 frustrating. She couldn't even date, because that might look bad when the
 divorce went to court. Donna wasn't hurting financially. She had a small
 inheritance, independent of Carl, which would support her and the boys,
 but she wanted more out of the jerk!

    She wanted the house, and she wanted enough money to get all three
 boys through college. To achieve that, she'd have to keep her `nose'
 clean. She couldn't afford to be caught in bed with anybody till the
 divorce was over. The only problem was, could she wait that long?

    Right now she felt ready to scream with suppressed horniness. It
 didn't help matters when her three sons started floating on their backs
 in the swimming pool. That presented her with the sight of three
 semi-hard cocks. Apparently the cool water had caused the boys' pricks to
 start stiffening. Either that or they were talking about girls. Donna
 couldn't hear them because the sliding glass door to the patio was
 closed.

    It didn't matter. The more she watched, the harder their cocks got,
 three rigid hard-ons cutting through the water like sharks' fins. Just
 one stiff cock would have been heaven for her at that moment, and the
 sight of three of them out there, in her own backyard, was just too much

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