Something about Donna Ch. 02

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Something about Donna, 2.

"That looks great, baby!" Donna chirped cheerfully, eyes on David's phone.

Her son was happily showing the pictures from his latest apartment of interest. He took another sip of his coffee and swiped up the next pic.

"Check out the kitchen!" he bragged, proudly.

"Lovely." Donna nodded and took a swig of her own steaming cup.

"Have you shown dad yet?" she asked.

"Yeah. Yesterday, when I got home," David answered, and changed to an image of the bathroom. "He was in a really good mood yesterday," he added.

Donna smiled to herself, thinking back on the exploits from the previous day. She glanced out the window. The sun was shining brightly through the glass. The day was giving a promise of heat. The kitchen air was already getting clammy.

Suddenly, her husband strutted into view. He was beaming. He looked ridiculous in that outfit, Donna thought.

"You look ridiculous in that outfit," Donna said.

"Oh no, baby! I look distinguished!" Dan exclaimed, whilst taking a superman-pose. "Absolutely perfect golfing clothes," he beamed.

"Sorry, Dad. Gotta agree with mom on this one," David teased. "It's way too hot for golf anyway..." he added.

"Nah, just for weaklings!" Dan laughed. "I'm off any second, by the way."

"All right, honey," said Donna. She got up and gave Dan a kiss and a pat on the cheek. "Have fun with your little friends now."

"Yeah, yeah." Dan shrugged. "What are you up to today?" he asked.

"Nothing much, I think," Donna muttered, and sat back down on her chair.

"Think I'll head to Ricky's," David said. He looked out the window, and shook his head. "Could really use his pool today."

"That's Richard's pool, young man," Dan remarked, sounding all fatherly and like a family breadwinner.

Donna just chuckled a bit, and David grinned in faked admittance. That was about it for family breakfast that day.

Donna sat with her coffee, and watched Dan struggle to load the clubs in the car. When he pulled out of the driveway, David got up to get his swimming shorts.

After a few minutes, the son returned. "Yeah, I'll go for a swim at Ricky's. He and his mom are home, so..."

"All right, baby. See you later." Donna smiled. She made to rise and give him a hug, but David had already turned and started walking.

Donna sighed, and started making her way towards the bathroom. Maybe a shower to cool down? Yes, that would do, she decided. She got undressed, stepped in the shower, and turned the water on. It felt nice. The water trickled over her body and flowed over her breasts, her butt, and in between her legs. That particular spot would've gotten wet regardless, though...

As Donna stood there, her head went to yesterday again. Soon, her hand was between her legs, gently rubbing. She pictured Dan and Rachel fucking. She rubbed harder, letting out a small moan. 

She pictured Ricky. She pictured him spilling himself on Rachel. She rubbed faster, panting heavily.

Donna stayed with the image of Ricky and Rachel, vehemently rubbing, moaning and feeling herself getting closer to the edge.

Suddenly, her mind switched. Now, she was seeing Rachel riding David, his hard cock pumping fast in his best friend's mother. She had never seen David like that, obviously, so she found herself imagining what his dick looked like. In all likelihood, it was similar to his father's. Donna shook and groaned loudly. She was beginning to orgasm. Quickly she halted herself, and drew her hand back.

She stood panting, a bit worried about having just masturbated while picturing her own son.

Donna got out of the shower, and dried off with her favourite towel. She giggled aloud, "That was close," and shook her head.

She went to the kitchen again, wrapped in her bathrobe, and started making a fresh cup. The memory of Rachel and her son was spinning in her head. More intrusively, her made-up image of David and Rachel was forcing its way in with a vengeance. Fantasizing about her son and her best friend, sent a powerful jolt of excitement through her body. She felt herself immediately moistening again.

Donna drank deeply, and tried to force the images away. She felt quite ashamed about how horny she was. Even more than yesterday. Absentmindedly, she had started fondling her breasts.

She realised once again, that her arousal had gotten hold of her. There was no denying it. Donna was growing a new kink. Despite her attempts, she just couldn't shake it off.

It dawned on her that David was probably over at Ricky's by now. David and Rachel were in the same house!

Donna moaned out loud, and before she knew it, her hand was between her legs once more. She grunted, both from pleasure and frustrated annoyance. "Crap..." she hissed at herself.

She just couldn't keep it at bay any longer. She needed to see her son with Rachel!

Donna surprised, even herself, by how quickly the phone was in her hand.

"Yeah?" Rachel answered.

"Um...Hey girlfriend!" Donna spluttered. "Did, um, did David get over okay?"

"Yeah..." Rachel answered puzzled. "He's in the pool with Ricky. I'm looking at them through the window." she added. "Why wouldn't he get here okay?"

"No reason!" Donna coughed, then giggled violently.

Rachel sighed, long and deep. "What do you want, Donna?" she muttered.

"Well, I was just thinking, you know..." Donna fumbled, "maybe you'd wanna get even, you know?"

"How do you mean?" Rachel asked, a knowing apprehension in her voice.

"Well, I had your son yesterday--" Donna started, "so, I thought maybe you'd wanna get even today..."

Rachel was stunned silent for several moments. "Y-you can't be serious..." she gasped, finally.

"Yeah, I kinda am..." Donna squirmed, in some embarrassment.

"You've completely lost your mind!" Rachel said, exasperated. "I mean, your husband might be one thing. But, your son...!" her voice trembled, with disbelief. But also something else. There was some lingering, hidden excitement there.

That was, at least, what Donna decided she had heard. "You know, I really enjoyed Ricky yesterday," she purred, both teasingly and with some enticement.

"Jesus Christ..." Rachel sighed. She got quiet again, but Donna could hear her best friend's increasingly heavy breaths.

"Looking out the window again, huh?" she teased, a wide grin erupting.

"Mmh, maybe..." Rachel grunted, admittedly.

Donna giggled happily.

Rachel sighed and grunted. "Well, I kinda needed to send Ricky to the store anyway..." she muttered.

Donna got so wet, she could feel her thighs sticky with moisture. If she touched herself now, she was sure to cum. "Shit, yes, do it!" she breathily urged Rachel.

"This is insane!" Rachel groaned. "But, fuck, I think I might actually do it.... Jesus Christ..."

"Say hi to him from me!" Donna squealed. "Well, don't really. But, you know what I mean."

Before Rachel had finished her disapproving, but amused and excited, "Crazy bitch!"; Donna had hung up the phone.

She was so wet and bristling with horniness, that she found herself wondering if she'd ever been this aroused before.

She was on the verge of running to the bedroom to get herself off, when she stopped in her tracks. She couldn't help it. She had to see this!

A few moments later, Donna had slapped on a summer dress, without any underwear whatsoever, and threw herself in her car. She hurriedly drove towards Rachel's, even realising she was well above the speed limit for a while.

As she parked on the street outside her best friend's house, she halted herself. What was she doing? She barely recognized herself. This sinful, burning desire was unlike anything she'd experienced.

Donna pondered that maybe she should go back home. This wasn't appropriate.

She was on the verge of turning the key again, when she caught a glimpse of Ricky.

The young man walked briskly, certainly heading for the store. He walked away from Donna's direction, so, luckily, she wasn't spotted. Donna panted heavily, as she watched Ricky disappear. As soon as he was gone, she opened the car door and stepped out on the street.

Her heart was thumping, as she made her way to the house's front door. Her hand was trembling when she pushed the handle down. Very gently, she pushed the door open, and let herself in.

The house was quiet. Donna was wondering if Rachel had succeeded. There was no one downstairs, and the pool area was deserted.

Donna started sneaking upstairs. Then she heard them!

"Oh! Shit..." came a distant moan. It was David.

Donna gasped with excitement. She got upstairs. The door to Rachel and Richard's bedroom stood open a bit. Probably, they were in there.

"Yeah, you like that, huh?" she heard Rachel purr.

Donna could barely contain her excited squeal. She rushed over and carefully peered in through the crack of the door. To her joy, she realised that she could see the entire bedroom clearly.

The floor was littered with women's clothes and a pair of swimming shorts.

By the foot of the bed, they stood, Rachel and David. Seeing their naked bodies sent a rush through Donna. Her tingling pussy soaked completely.

Rachel was on her knees in front of David. Her head was bobbing back and forth. David moaned and panted.

Donna shoved her hand between her legs. Eagerly, she rubbed herself, staring at her son getting his dick sucked. Her other hand kneaded and played with her tits. Donna leaned up against the wall, masturbating vehemently to the sight of the ongoing blowjob; her staring gaze, burning.

In the room, Rachel spit David out, and chuckled up at the young man.

Donna ogled the young, hard cock that was now out in the open. It looked almost exactly like Dan's, maybe even a tiny bit bigger. The sight of David's throbbing dick, made Donna grunt. She urgently pulled her boobs free of the dress and squeezed one of them firmly.

In the bedroom, Rachel grabbed David's member and jerked it on her tits. "Oohh!" David moaned.

"Oh, don't cum yet!" Rachel laughed. She winked at David. "I want you to fuck me before Ricky gets back, you know!"

"Wow, I can't believe this is happening!" David gasped, excitedly.

"Oh, it's happening!" Rachel laughed. She jumped up in bed on all fours and wiggled her tight ass in front of David. "Stick it in, baby!" she cooed.

David grunted, and got up behind her. He held his dick and started aiming it in.

Donna stared wide-eyed, as her son pushed himself inside Rachel. Almost instinctively, she slid a finger in her pussy at the same time.

"Ah, that's it..." Rachel moaned.

David moaned, too. He grabbed his best friend's mother around the waist, and started pumping. Slowly at first, but steadily faster.

Donna moaned through gritted teeth. She stuck two fingers in, and started pumping with her hand.

"Yes, David!" Rachel growled from the bed. "Fuck me! Fuck me!"

David was banging harder, Rachel's firm butt smacking against him.

Donna couldn't believe it. She was absolutely drenched, constantly verging on orgasm.

David was grunting loudly, really giving it to Rachel. "Fuck, that feels good!" he growled.

"Yeah? Like my little pussy, huh?" Rachel moaned.

"I love it!" laughed David, and he groaned, almost beast-like.

"Oh, fuck!" Rachel growled, frothingly. Wildly, she turned around and grabbed David's shoulders. "I'm gonna fucking ride that dick!" she grunted, and heaved David down on his back.

Donna widened her stance a bit. She panted heavily, and as she watched her son getting straddled by Rachel, she pumped her hand violently.

Rachel was riding fast and hard. Moaning at the top of her lungs, her sounds blended with David's loud grunts.

Donna saw his cock throbbing like a piston into Rachel's tight little pussy. The thought that his father had plunged his dick in there the day before, almost made Donna giggle out loud.

"Yes! Yes!" yelled Rachel. She rode him like a madwoman. "I should let you fuck me every time you come over!" she growled, in a laugh.

"Tha-that's all right with me..." panted David.

Donna stared intensely at David's hardness and Rachel's glistening lips. She was shaking in wild, burning arousal, feverishly fingering her hole and rubbing at her clit. For some reason, Donna was even more turned on now than yesterday.

"Oh, fuck..." she croaked, knees weakening. Her sight was almost blurred, but a glimpse of David's rock-hard shaft sent her over the edge. She groaned and grunted heavily, as she came. Luckily, no one seemed to hear.

Donna panted, and frantically kept fucking herself. She rammed a finger up her butthole, almost instantly climaxing again. As always when she was extra horny, her tightest hole got dragged into the game. And now, she was more ragingly horny than she'd ever been before.

Donna was just beside herself. She was so horny, she'd be down for anything! She stared in at the fucking couple. Should she announce her presence and sit down on the bed next to them, and start fingering herself? Donna asked herself.

"What's going on here?" thundered a rumbling deep man's voice.

Donna quenched a scream, and turned towards the sound.

It was Richard! The big, burly man marched towards her.

"Wait, wait! Rich!" Donna pleaded, in a panicked whisper.

Judging by the sounds from the bedroom, Rachel's wild moaning had apparently drowned her husband's shout.

Richard peered through the crack, as Donna clutched hold of his wrist. Richard's face flashed with shock, anger and disgust. 

"Yes! Harder! Yes!" came Rachel's screams.

"Is thatDan?" Richard hissed angrily at Donna.

Donna didn't bother to answer. She yanked Richard by the arm. "If you don't make a scene--" she growled, "--you can fuck me in the ass!"

Richard gasped, and stared, dumbfounded, at Donna.

"Fuck me, Rich!" she hissed, and squeezed at his groin. "Fuck my ass!"

Without further ado, she threw herself on all fours on the floor and pulled her dress up over her back; her jiggling ass trembling in front of her best friend's husband.

"This is fucking nuts!" Richard puffed. Then, he unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. His big piece of meat was almost already hard.

Richard grunted and eagerly got into position. He spat on his dick and lubed it up.

Donna squealed, when Richard started aiming his cock at her ass, poking it in between her cheeks and then stabbing her hole.

He was a bit bigger than Donna'd anticipated, but he inched his way up her butt all the same.

"Aah...Oh!" Donna groaned, as Richard plowed himself up her tightest hole.

"Ahh, shit..." he gurgled, and took a hard hold of Donna's waist. He started pulling out a little, before immediately pushing in again.

Donna pushed back eagerly. She was more than warmed up already. Soon enough, her big butt was slamming Richard wildly. Donna squealed and moaned, trying her hardest to keep her volume down. She was absolutely loving it, though.

"Man, that's some ass you've got there, Donna!" Richard huffed, and fucked her harder.

"I know, right?" Donna chuckled, in a gritted-down moan. "Keep fucking it, Rich!" she croaked.

Richard was grumbling and huffing hard. He fucked Donna's asshole incessantly, really banging it in there. Donna could really feel the raging, twitching hardness of him inside her. She stuck a hand back to start rubbing her clit. Another orgasm was getting closer.

Suddenly, there came a grunting roar from the bedroom. It was David. Her son's sound made Donna rub her clit violently. She barely managed to contain her scream, as she came once again.

Her tight hole clamped around Richard's railing shaft. He coughed and gurgled sweatily. "Oh fuck, Donna..." he croaked.

Richard grumbled uncontrollably. He pulled his dick out and seconds later he came.

Donna felt his heavy load squirt on her ass. "Like father, like son", she thought to herself, feeling the warmth splashing all over her buttocks.

Richard panted rapidly, jerking and spraying for several moments. Donna puffed and let herself enjoy the sensation.

Abruptly, there was a trickling female laugh, directly followed by the bedroom door swinging wide open.

The couple froze in the doorway. "Mom!?" cried David, in absolute shock.

"Donna!? Fucking! Christ!" Rachel yelled. Then, she noticed her husband. "Richard!" the loving wife gasped, cum still glistening on her tits.

Richard stared at his wife and her company. "David??!" he yelled, beyond disbelief. "What the fuck, Rachel?" he bellowed, throwing his hands up.

Richard was clearly upset. "How could you do this to me?" he cried at Rachel.

Donna was crawling up, adjusting her dress as quickly as possible. She got Richard's attention immediately. 

"And you!" he raged, "You were..." he stammered, still unable to comprehend the situation, "...and to your son!"

David seemed to reach the conclusion. With a shocked, almost scared look, he stared into his mother's eyes. "M-mom...?" he whimpered, with a sob.

Donna started to feel bad. "Baby..." she whined, and gently put a hand on his arm.

Before there was any time for further reconciliation, Richard took hold of the situation.

"You and I need to have a long talk about this, Rachel!" he growled to his wife. Then he waved out at the hallway. "You two can get the fuck out of here!" he shouted at Donna and David.

Mother and son hurriedly scrambled up their belongings, and let themselves be shooed off. They quickly took their escape towards the car, which was an awkward ordeal for Donna, since the dress stuck to her back.

When the car doors finally were closed around them, David and Donna sat in an oppressive silence for a few heavy heartbeats.

"Mom?" David carefully started.

Donna quickly became defensive. She turned towards and put a hand on his arm. "I'm so sorry, baby!" she lied, attempting to sound ashamed and caring. "I just remembered I needed to borrow something from Rachel, you know. So I drove over and I just couldn't help it when I saw you two like that. Can you ever forgive me?"

David winced. He looked awkward, embarrassed, and uncomfortable. Finally, he sighed deeply. "Yeah. Of course, mom." He gave some sort of smile. "I kinda guess it's fine, or something..." he muttered, not sounding too convincing.

Donna understood her son's unease. He had evidently concluded that his own mother had been masturbating while watching him. He had also seen Richard cum on her. He probably didn't know that she'd been assfucked right before, though. A small, sinful part of Donna kinda wanted to let him know.

Nonetheless, she felt relieved by David's forgiveness.

"I feel pretty bad for Ricky and his parents, though," David groaned, when they'd driven a bit.

Donna was slowly feeling hopeful for some reason. "I'll invite them all over for dinner tomorrow, and we can make amends," she said, way too happily.

"Don't know about that..." David muttered.

"It'll be fine, I'm sure!" tweeted Donna.

"Whatever you say, mom," David mumbled, as they parked at home.

"All right, baby! I'm gonna grab a quick, ahem, shower, and then we can get some lunch. Okay?" Donna ranted, divertingly.

"Yeah. Sure. All right," David muttered, and followed his mother into the house.