In Mommy's bed

CHAPTER THREE

Brenda woke early the next morning with the most delicious sensation between her legs. Something hot and wet and slippery was lashing her clit and making her horny out of her mind. Her eyes snapped open, and she saw that her husband was going down on her.

"Gil, you nut," she laughed.

"Want me to stop?" he leered.

"No way," she said eagerly.

"I thought this would be better than that quickie I promised you," Gil said, "that's why I woke you so early – so we'd have lots of time."

"Honey, I don't mind, at all," Brenda sighed.

He dipped his head down again, and she gurgled with delight as he tongue-lashed her joy button. It had been a long, long time since Gil had eaten her pussy; far too long. He was very good at it, but lately he'd been too tired or too busy for anything but an occasional quick fuck. Last night had been typical. He'd shot his load and fallen asleep almost before Brenda knew what was happening.

Now he seemed to be trying to make up for it. She sure as hell wasn't complaining about that; Gil's big hot tongue zipped expertly around and around the erect shaft of her clit, giving her fantastic sensations, and she groaned in ecstasy and clawed the sheet. Molten juice was pouring uncontrollably from her cunt. Gil gobbled some of the tangy liquid, and the rest dribbled down her ass crack and puddled on the bed.

Long ago Gil had discovered just how Brenda liked to have her pussy eaten, and he was doing her favorite routine right now. Gradually he increased the speed and force of his tonguing, till he was lashing her throbbing joy button roughly and driving her to a fever pitch of need. That was when he made his tongue long and stiff, then crammed it hard up her cunt.

"Ohhhhhh, God, yessss," she hissed, "stick that big thing into me, honey, fuck me with it."

She kept her legs wide open for him, wanting to take his spearing tongue as deep as she could get it in her seething little twat. Gil was a super tongue-fucker, and he drove her wild with pleasure as he hammered the slippery meat hard and fast in her thirsty box. Brenda gurgled and whimpered with ecstasy, soaking his face with her helplessly gushing cream. He was taking her from a sound sleep to orgasmic heights in just a matter of minutes.

"Oooooo, shit, honey, I'm almost there," she cried.

She arched her body sharply, trying to take his jerking tongue into her molten depths. She closed her eyes and felt herself sailing to the very brink of climax. Greedily she prolonged that breathless moment, whimpering in estasy, till the pleasure grew so hot that she couldn't stand any more. She felt a massive explosion in the depths of her cunt.

"Unnnhhhhh, Gil, unnnhhhhh, I'm coming!" she groaned.

Her climax was so violent that Gil couldn't keep his tongue inside her. She writhed off the impalement and spasmed her body bucking, her luscious big tits wobbling like crazy. Gil watched her, leering, his cock hugging his belly in a fierce hard-on. Finally she stopped coming and looked up at him with lust-glazed eyes.

"Mmmmm, Gil, that was wonderful," she sighed.

"Ready for more?" he leered.

She knew him well enough to guess just what would excite him most, and she crawled forward and opened her lips wide and brought them snugly around his cock, taking in half his massive boner. He shivered and moaned as she began to suck his prick. Thick globs of salty cream dripped onto her, tongue, and she drooled heavily as she savored them.

"Honey, you always were a fantastic little cock-sucker," Gil panted, "but we're gonna have to make it short and sweet this time."

He was looking at the damned clock. Brenda seethed. It seemed like she always had to compete with the clock when she and Gil made love. She sucked urgently on his throbbing boner, trying to give him a good come before he had to leave. He panted and shivered as the pleasure-jolts ripped through him, but finally he raised her head and pulled his prick free.

"Stay just like you are," he requested hoarsely.

Brenda remained on her hands and knees, seething with lust as he crawled around behind her. She could never get enough of his massive hard cock. He grasped her hips, and then she gurgled with delight as he started easing his stiff slab of meat into her. She soaked it with helpless bursts of cream that overflowed her twat and ran down her legs. As he hit bottom, she groaned in ecstasy.

"Oh, honey, that feels so good," she cried. Snorting with excitement, Gil began to hammer his cock in his wife's juicy little fuck hole. Not only didn't he have much time, he was so aroused by now that he couldn't be slow or gentle. He just had this urge to fuck the living shit out of Brenda. Luckily she didn't mind. She clawed the sheet and bowled with pleasure as he reamed and crammed her hot little box.

"Fuck it to me, fuck it to me," she chanted hoarsely.

She just wished they could stay in bed and fuck all day, the way they sometimes used to. She was just getting warmed up. Gil could make her come, and come hard, but she knew that after he left she'd soon be horny again. He was never with her long enough any more to give her all the orgasms she needed. So she grabbed greedily for what she could get.

"Fuck hard," she moaned, "fuck me crazy, honey."

Gil leered down at her as he hammered his thick boner in and out of her cunt. He watched his blue-veined column of meat stretching her delicate pussy lips wide, then plunging to her fiery depths. He watched her magnificent big tits swinging heavily back and forth with the impact of his fucking. She kept gurgling and moaning with pleasure as he hammered her to the very brink of orgasm, and she was drenching his prick with molten cream.

"Ooooo, baby, I'm almost coming," she sobbed.

"I'll get you off," Gil rasped.

He wished he didn't have to hurry her, but it was time he got to work. Still pistoning his rock-hard cock in her juicy little box, he reached around her and grasped her clit between his thumb and forefinger. He began to knead the fleshy button, and it took just a few seconds of that stimulation to bring Brenda off like crazy. He felt his fingers getting soaked with her sizzling come.

"Unnnhhhh, yeah, I'm coming, unnahhhh!" she howled.

"Take my come, baby," Gil gasped, "Awwwwwww, yeah, aaaggghhhh!"

Brenda gurgled ecstatically as he pumped her full of his thick hot jism. The steaming load made her own climax longer and more powerful. He jetted the fiery liquid into her till it overflowed her little twat and flooded down her legs. She wanted to go on taking his load forever, but at last he pulled out and left the bed, hastily donning clean clothes.

"Darn it, honey, I wish you didn't have to leave again," Brenda sighed. "We just never have any time together any more."

"I know, babe, and don't like it any more than you do," Gil answered, "but we've got to have the money for the house."

"Do we?" Brenda said. "Is the house really worth what it's doing to us and our marriage?"

"Brenda, don't talk crazy," Gil said. "You know we've always wanted a home of our own. Now, I've gotta rush, honey. I'll see you in a week."

He gave her a quick peck on the lips, and then he was gone. Brenda groaned in frustration. She had a lot more to say to him, a lot more arguments against him working himself to death and neglecting their sex life. But he was in a big fucking hurry, as usual. It was infuriating. And now she'd have to go another whole week without getting laid. What kind of a marriage did they have, anyway?

Things turned out pretty muck as she'd expected – by late afternoon she was horny again. That quick love-making session had just whetted her appetite for more. She needed her husband urgently, but by now he was miles away and getting farther away all the time. Once again her only satisfaction would have to come from her own fingers. She would much rather have had Gil's cock, but she didn't have a choice. Bitterly Brenda reflected that she ought to write a book on masturbating – she sure as hell was an expert by now. She must have explored every possible way of getting herself off. Today, as the urge became overwhelming, she and Mark were in the back yard, weeding and trimming. She suddenly felt like sbe'd go crazy with frustration if she didn't excuse herself for awhile and beat off.

"Mark, I'm tired for some reason," she lied. "I think I'll grab a nap."

"Okay, Mom," Mark said affectionately, "I'll finish up here."

Brenda headed straight for the master bedroom, lacking the door behind her. Her pussy was on fire with need, her panties soaked with her uncontrollably gushing juices. She was so intent on taking care of her lust that she didn't notice the keyhole going dark. Of course it would never have occurred to her that Mark might spy on her.

Mark wasn't sure what had prompted him to creep after his mother into the house and follow her down the hall. Maybe he was hoping he'd get lucky and see Brenda naked again. But she'd been acting funny all day, ever since Dad left, and Mark suspected there'd be more going on in her room than just a nap. He knelt and peered through the keyhole. He'd gotten lucky, all right. Brenda was just starting to take off her clothes.

Mark's tireless teenage cock went stiff as steel. Nothing in the world was more fascinating and exciting to him than the sight of his mother's naked body. She seemed to be in a hurry, too, for the clothes went flying in all directions – sandals and shirt and jeans, then bra and panties. Naked, she stretched out on the king-size bed and immediately shoved a hand between her legs.

It was a second before Mark realized just what he was witnessing, but then it all made sense. Dad was gone again, and Mom had nobody to fuck. So she was going to satisfy herself with her own fingers. As he watched her stroking her slit, Mark's cock strained against the tight confinement of his jeans. He wanted to release it – and why not? It would be a kick to jack off while he watched his mom masturbating.

Quickly Mark unzipped his jeans and eased his rigid cock out of his pants. He fisted it and pumped it, but he never took his eye away from the keyhole. He didn't want to miss even a second of that thrilling scene. His prick began to drool thick hot globs of dream as he watched Brenda moving her fingers all over the puffed and juicy flesh of her gash. He had no idea how women got themselves off, and he was dying to find out.

Completely unaware that she had an audience, Brenda took, her time, enjoying herself. There was no reason to hurry. It would be a whole week before she had a man again, so she might as well be nice to herself – very nice. She explored her pussy, giving herself a rub here and there, and then she trailed her hands back up to her big swelling tits. She loved having them fondled, but Gil was usually too busy for that these days.

That was ironic, because it used to be that he just couldn't keep his hands off her large thrusting tits. She chuckled to herself as she recalled the first time they met. She was just a teenager, walking down the street, and Gil was approaching from the opposite direction. She noticed the handsome stranger eying her tits, which were well-displayed by her skin-tight t-shirt. Then the handsome stranger was walking into a power pole.

During their first dates he'd done everything he could think of to cop a feel of her tits. Brenda had finally taken pity on him and let him remove her bra and fondle her naked breasts, but she never let him go farther than that till their wedding night. As she recalled all these exciting encounters, she cupped and caressed her big silky-skinned tits, using her thumbs to tease the large conical nipples into rigid buds.

"Mmmmmmmm," she sighed.

Mark was eating his heart out. Like his father, he was fascinated with Brenda's luscious big tits, and he ached to get his hands on them. Clearly Mom wanted somebody to fondle her tits, and he just wished he could volunteer for the job. He pumped his prick furiously as he watched her running her hands over the swollen melons, and, teasing her nipples into taut erection. Then, still using one hand on her tits, she slid the other back between her legs.

She had her knees bent and her thighs parted very wide, so Mark had a super view of her slit. He saw moist pink flesh fringed with little dark curls, once again Brenda raw her fingers all over her pussy, getting them sticky and wet with cream. Then she zeroed in on the most sensitive spot of all, the small bud of flesh at the very top of her gash. She pressed a fingertip to it and rubbed it in a swift circular motion.

"Mmmmmmm, yesssss," she sighed. Mark memorized the spot, because if he ever got to touch a pussy again, that was where he'd do it. That little button seemed to be fantastically sensitive. Brenda was stroking her self there very lightly, but she was gurgling with excitement and creaming heavily, the pearly liquid dribbling down her ass track and puddling on the bed.

Brenda would have been shocked to learn that her teenage son was watching her through the keyhole and jacking off. But she had no idea, so she was completely uninhibited. She worked her clit into stiffness with that circling fingertip. Swollen, it was doubly sensitive. It throbbed hard under her teasing finger, and finally it was so engorged it felt ready to explode. She was right on the brink of coming.

But she didn't take herself over the edge. It was too soon. She wanted to take her time and prolong the delicious sensations. So she left her clit, swollen and erect, and moved on to rim the moist little mouth of her cunt. She used the tip of her middle finger to zip quickly around and around the tiny hole, and it wasn't long before her body responded, following its natural lusty instincts.

Her hips began to jerk in a fucking motion, and she moaned, "Stick it into me, give me all of it."

Mark wondered who she was thinking of when she whispered those hoarse urgent demands. He just wished he could be right there to give her what she wanted. If she wanted something stiff and hard in her cunt, he was all ready for her. His engorged young cock was hard as iron. It seemed a shame that his horny mom had to use her finger instead. But that's what she was doing.

"Oooooo, shit, yessss," she hissed.

Brenda was easing her middle finger up her seething little twat, and it felt marvelous. Three fingers would feel even better, of course, but she was saving the best sensations for last. Right now she was just teasing herself, building up to the big moment. She jerked her finger fast and hard in her famished cunt, squealing with pleasure – then withdrew when she threatened to come.

By now she was writhing with need, but she still wasn't ready to end her fun. She ran her hand up her body again and cupped and squeezed her tits. By now the big melons were fully engorged and throbbing, and her nipples stood up rigid and rosy. Because she had such big tits there was a trick she could do. She eased one tit upward and met it with her tongue, lashing the stiff nipple and giving herself delicious sensations.

Mark damned near shot his load as he watched his beautiful mother licking her own lust-engorged nipples. That was another thing he wanted to do for her. If she'd just let him, he'd be delighted to stimulate her lovely tits in any way she wanted – fondling, squeezing, licking, sucking. Again, it seemed a real shame that she had to do all those things for herself. It was clear that Dad wasn't taking very good care of her in bed.

Mark wanted to take his fathers place. He knew he could do the job, and he knew how urgently his mother needed it. He just had to dream up the right way to approach her. Later he'd devise a plan, but right now he was just too horny to think straight. Urgently pumping his throbbing cock, he watched Brenda slide her hand down onto her pussy again. She rimmed her clit, flinching and gasping as pleasure-jolts shot from the supersensitive bud.

"Qoooooo, shit, I need to come so bad," she moaned.

I can do it for you, Mom, Mark thought. I'd do it any way you wanted it.

If Brenda had been able to receive her son's silent message, she might almost have accepted his offer. She needed a man so urgently, she was going wild with frustration. But she knew the only solution was to get off by herself, much as she craved a big hard cock and a good stiff fucking. She bunched three fingers together, approximating the size and shape of a real cock, and plunged them hard into her cunt, taking them as deep as she could get them.

"Ahhhhhhh, God, yesssss," she gurgled. Once more Mark almost, shot his load. It was driving him wild to watch his desperately horny mother finger-fuck herself, when he was just a few feet away with a stiff and ready cock. It didn't make any sense at all. Now she was jerking those bunched fingers in and out of her twat with lightning speed, hammering herself toward the orgasms she craved. Mark pumped his nearly-exploding prick to her fast urgent tempo.

"Fuck it to me, fuck hard," Brenda groaned.

She was yelling to her faceless fantasy lover, having no idea that just ten feet away her own son was watching her and dying to fuck her.

She worked her fingers faster and faster, plunging them deep into the boiling pulp of her famished little pussy hole. A few more stiff thrusts and she was over the edge, coming violently.

"Ahhhhbhh, yessss, whaahhhhhhh!" she howled.

"Unnnnggghhhh, fuckin' Christ!" Mark gasped, shooting his load against her door. His helpless gasp was drowned out by her hoarse cries of release. The moment he'd finished coming, he grabbed some tissues from the bathroom and cleaned the come off the door. Then he treated himself to one last peak through the keyhole. Brenda was lying almost still now, catching her breath, one finger stroking lightly over her gash as if to milk out the very last drops of sensation.

Mom, Mark thought longingly, I wanta do that for you.