Gang bang mom

CHAPTER ONE

"I want you to think about it," Charlie said.

Brenda Foster looked at Charlie Wilson. He was a nice guy, a decent guy. He had a wonderful job in a local department store and he wanted to marry her.

The trouble was Brenda did not know whether she wanted to marry Charlie.

She did not know whether she wanted to be married at all.

Not again. She'd been divorced nearly ten years, she had a son, and she wasn't certain she wanted to be married again.

In any case she had doubts whether Charlie turned her on enough.

It was nice sometimes. There were times when she really enjoyed it when they fucked, but usually it was boring.

It wasn't Charlie's fault. She certainly couldn't blame him. It wasn't Charlie, it was herself.

She knew what the problem was. She was a realist and she hated deceiving herself about things. The problem was that whenever she and Charlie had sex she found herself thinking about her son Ken.

She thought about Ken in ways a mother shouldn't think about her son. She thought about fucking Ken and sucking Ken and doing all the things with Ken that she did with Charlie.

How could she possibly marry Charlie when she was obsessed with her own son?

Now Charlie said, "You're dreaming, honey. You haven't heard a word I've been saying. You've got a faraway look in your eyes, like you're a million miles away on another star. What's happening?"

Brenda pulled the hair back from her eyes. Some of the men at the other tables in the restaurant were looking at her. Men always looked at her. They looked at her in a special way that said they'd like to fuck her, and she always enjoyed that.

Even Ken looked at her like that. The other day she'd caught him staring down the neckline of her blouse to get a look at her tits.

She smiled at Charlie now. "It's one of those nights, darling. I've got a damn headache again and I think I'd like to get home early."

Charlie was disappointed, she could see it in his eyes. But he was a good sport. He nodded and smiled and said he'd take her home right after dinner.

Brenda felt much better. She was in no mood to cope with Charlie tonight. What she needed was a peaceful evening at home so she could think about her problems. There must be some way out of the bind she was in. She had to think of something. She couldn't just go on having the hots for her own son and let it fuck up her life.

After the dinner was finished, they left the restaurant and climbed into Charlie's car.

Brenda felt sorry for Charlie. Maybe it was mean of her to cut the night short like this.

As Charlie drove the car out of the parking lot, she leaned against him and kissed his cheek. Then she slipped her hand into his lap and searched for the bulge of his cock.

When she found his prick, she squeezed it and said, "You're a honey, Charlie."

She pulled his zipper down and slid her fingers inside his fly to find his cockshaft.

He was already half hard by the time she brought his prick out. The slit in his cockhead was leaking juice and she used her thumb to spread it around.

Charlie did have a nice cock. The knob of his cock was circumcised and because of that his cock always reminded her of Ken's.

She hadn't seen her son's prick since he was just a little kid, not close enough to have a good took at it. But he was circumcised like Charlie and whenever she handled or sucked Charlie's cock she thought of what it would be like to do it to Ken.

When they reached Brenda's house, Charlie wanted to come inside. Brenda talked him out of it. She said she was too tired. She said if he'd like, she would suck him off right there in the car.

"Jesus, Brenda, people live on this street. Suppose someone sees us."

"It's dark, honey. They won't see anything if I have my head in your lap."

She finally convinced him it was all right. By this time she had a strong urge to suck his cock and she was getting annoyed at him for putting her off.

She settled down with her head in his lap and her mouth on his cockhead.

She knew it wouldn't be long. Charlie never lasted too long when she had his cock in her mouth. She didn't mind. What she wanted was a load of thick jism down her throat and the sooner she got it the better.

She loved sucking a cock, any cock. She liked them fat and skinny, long and short. The more jism a man had, the better she liked it. When she sucked a cock, it was almost like she was nursing on it. When a man gave her his load, it was almost like she was taking milk from him.

What she wanted more than anything in the world was to take milk from her son. She wanted her son's cock in her mouth and his balls shooting his jism down her throat.

Would she ever get that from Ken? It seemed impossible, but there was nothing wrong with dreaming about it. Now, as she sucked Charlie's fat prick, she imagined it was Ken's cock and she quivered with excitement.

Before long Charlie groaned and squirmed and warned her he would soon be coming. Sometimes she sucked his cock awhile and then jerked him off into a Kleenex. Tonight she wanted his load down her throat.

Then Charlie gasped and threw his head back and started coming.

Brenda kept her lips fixed around the knob of his cock as his pisshole erupted into her mouth.

She counted four big spurts against her palate. She held his slimy spunk in her mouth until the end, and then, when she finally pulled her mouth off his prick, she swallowed the whole load at once.

She had a small orgasm as the glob of thick jism slid down her throat. She was not surprised by that. It happened often, particularly when she was able to hold the whole load in her mouth before swallowing it.

Now that Charlie had his balls drained, he was in a calmer mood and ready to go home. Thank God, Brenda thought.

Charlie was really sweet, but she wanted an evening at home with Ken tonight.

She kissed Charlie and promised to see him in a few days and hurried out of the car and up the walk to the house.

At the front door she turned and waved goodbye to Charlie. He waved back and pulled the car away from the curb.

Maybe I'm stupid, she thought. Maybe I ought to marry him and stop dreaming about crazy possibilities.

It was awful for a woman to be obsessed with her own son like this.

Opening the front door, she stepped in to the house.

It was quiet. Usually Ken had the TV going downstairs or upstairs in his room. But now it was quiet and she wasn't even sure if he was home.

She closed and locked the door and climbed the stairs to the bedrooms.

The door to his room was open and she saw he had the light on in there.

Then she looked in and there he was on the bed fast asleep.

There was nothing wrong with a young boy having a nap in the evening. He had no reason to expect Brenda home for hours yet. There was nothing wrong about sleeping.

But it was more than that. He had his pants and shorts down at his ankles and his hand holding his cock.

He was just holding his cock with his fingers. His cock wasn't hard, but Brenda hadn't seen her son's prick in years and she was fascinated.

Then she noticed the wad of Kleenex on the bed and the glistening spots on his thigh and she realized he'd been jerking off.

She moved quietly into the room. There was a magazine on the floor. She bent down and picked it up and muffled a gasp when she saw what it was.

A sex magazine. People fucking and sucking. She turned the pages and realized with a jolt the magazine had a theme. All the pictures involved young men and older women.

Women like herself and young men who looked young enough to be teenagers.

She put the magazine down on a nearby chair and looked at Ken again. She looked at his cock and the way his fingers curled around his cockshaft and she was sorry she hadn't been there to watch him shoot off.

It was crazy, of course, he would never have done it in front of her, but she was not sorry she missed it anyway.

She imagined his hot jism spurting out of his cockhead in a geyser of cum.

Boys his age always shot a big load of fuck-cream when they came. They always had full balls.

She couldn't resist touching him. Easing herself down, she sat on the edge of the bed and reached out to run her fingertip over the pink bag that held his balls.

Ken stirred and opened his eyes.

He looked at her and his eyes grew wide with surprise and fright and he pulled his hand away from his cock to grab the sheet to cover himself.

She stopped him.

She put her hand on his cock and shook her head and said, "Don't worry, baby, it's all right."

"Jesus, Mom, I…"

"I know. You thought I wouldn't be home until later. It's not your fault. You don't have to explain. There's nothing wrong with jerking off, honey. Every boy does it. Just relax." Then she felt his prick growing stiff under her fingers and she smiled. "Look at that, he's standing up like a soldier. That's lovely. You don't know how exciting it is for a woman to watch that. Look at it, look how big he is."

The boy groaned and closed his eyes and dropped his head back on the pillow.

Brenda knew there was no turning back now.

She had her fingers curled around his throbbing cockshaft and she slowly stroked his cockskin up and down over the hard muscle.

His cockhead was fat and luscious-looking and the slit at the tip was brimming with clear cockjuice.

It seemed like a dream. Was this really her holding Ken's meaty prick in her hand?

He groaned. "Oh, Jesus, Mom…"

"Go on, baby. Come if you want. I don't mind. Don't hold back. Just let it happen."

And happen it did. The boy made a croaking sound and jerked his ass off the bed and started coming.

The hot jism foamed out of his cockhead, spurted and foamed out of his pisshole to fall on Brenda's hand.

She never let go of his prick. She knew how to drain a man's nuts with her fingers. She continued pumping and stroking his prick until she was sure she had all the jism milked out of his balls.

She was certain this had to be the most exciting moment of her life.

She looked at Ken and smiled and said, "That's lovely, honey. That's the most wonderful thing I've ever seen."

The boy looked at her and groaned. He raised his head and looked down at her hand as she continued stroking his prick.

Brenda could feel some heft in his cock again. She still had his jism on her hand and here he was getting hard again.

His cock was lovely.

Seven inches. He had to have at least seven inches. He had a thick veiny cockshaft and a lovely set of pink balls.

It was the sort of prick women dream about.

It was the cock she herself had dreamt about for years.

Well, it's happened, she thought. Here she was with Ken's cock in her hand, his meaty prick stiff and throbbing under her fingers.

He had another come in him, maybe not a full load of jism, but whatever was in there would come out sweet and thick and she had to have it.

With a soft moan she lowered her head and closed her mouth over his fat cockhead.

Ken gasped. His eyes rolled back and he made a snorting sound.

Brenda opened her mouth wide and began inching the ring of her lips down the length of his cock.

She took everything he had, every throbbing inch until she had her nose buried in his cockbush.

Then she pulled back to his cockhead and began sucking on his knob.

Her tongue swirled lovingly over his pisshole, probing into the slit, drawing out the leaking cockjuice.

Her fingers curled around his cockshaft and she began jacking him off.

That's what she wanted. She wanted his load splashing over her tonsils.

She jacked his velvety cockskin up and down, sucked on his fat cockhead to draw the hot fuck-cream out of his balls.

The boy suddenly convulsed and came.

His cock spurted wad after wad of thick jism over her tongue.

Brenda was in heaven. She milked him dry with her hand and mouth. She held his load in her mouth until the end and then she swallowed everything at once and shivered as she came.

When she looked at her son again, she smiled and opened her lips to show him the remnants of his jism on her teeth.