In Mommy's bed

CHAPTER FIVE

Brenda wasn't at all surprised when she woke up ragingly horny the next morning. It was always like that when Gil was on the road. But this time it was even worse, because of her tantalizing encounter with her son. Instead of thinking about Gil she found herself thinking of Mark.

She stretched, yawned, then automatically slid a hand between her legs. That was how she started most mornings when Gil was away – a quick beat-off to keep her from feeling lusty all morning. She pressed a fingertip to the swollen nub of her clit and started rubbing the supersensitive button. As she did so, she had a helpless fantasy of Mark lying on top of her and urgently stabbing his stiff cock against the slippery flesh of her pussy.

"Oh, God no," she moaned.

But the fantasy wouldn't go away, and she found herself incredibly turned on by it. She imagined Mark stabbing all around with his rigid prick and finally hitting the mark, cramming her seething cunt full of throbbing meat. As she fantasized this, she glided her finger up her box and started pumping it in stiff cock like motions. It felt marvelous, especially when combined with that naughty, incestuous fantasy.

"Do it to me, honey, fuck me hard," she whimpered.

It was outrageous of her to be imagining such a thing, but somehow she just couldn't stop. She added another finger, then a third, to her boiling slick box and pretended her son was fucking her very hard and urgently. She hurtled to the edge of orgasm, soaking her pistoning fingers with her helplessly gushing cream. One more deep hard thrust with her bunched fingers and she was coming powerfully.

"Ohhhhbh, God, ohhhhhhh!" she sobbed.

It was a delicious body-wracking come that went on for a full minute and left her panting. But with her lust finally satisfied, Brenda felt ashamed of herself. What kind of sicko was she, anyway? And what was driving her to feel lust for her own teenage son? Grimly she marched off for a cool shower, hoping her beat-off session had cooled her lusts for the rest of the day.

To her relief Mark slept in late, and she didn't have to be tempted by his presence till nearly noon. Meanwhile she threw herself into some heavy housework. She needed to keep busy, to keep her mind off her relentless need for sex. The technique worked pretty well – until Mark finally appeared. The moment she saw him, Brenda felt her lust returning in full force. She could tell it was going to be a very long day.

"I'll get your breakfast in a minute, dear," she said, trying to sound calm, "as soon as I finish vacuuming this room."

"That's okay, Mom," Mark said, "I can get my own breakfast. Then I'll help you with the housework."

Oh, great, Brenda thought, terrific.

That was all she needed, to have Mark right beside her for the rest of the day. She'd go crazy with lust. She simply couldn't trust herself to resist the boy if they were alone together for that long. She decided the sensible thing to do wat go somewhere else, where they'd be around other people and Mark wouldn't be able to come on to her. She marched into the kitchen where he was scrambling some eggs. "I've decided we ought to bag the housework and go to the lake," she smiled. "How does that suit you?"

"Hey, that's a terrific idea," Mark exclaimed. "It's gonna be a hot day, just right for swimming."

"Fine," Brenda smiled, "I'll pack us a lunch while you eat."

They drove to a nearby lake and parked by the shore. There were two other parties of people there, much to Brenda's relief. All she and Mark could do was swim and sunbathe. There was no question of making love with all those other people around. She went to the changing rooms and put on her revealing little yellow bikini, then, headed straight for the water.

Mark, who'd just changed into his swimming trunks, noticed the looks his mother was getting as she strode down to the lake. Every male from nine to ninety was ogling her tall big-titted body, and no wonder. She looked fantastic. Mark felt his cock start to swell as he watched her, and he hurried to join her in the cool water, hoping it would prevent an embarrassing hard-on.

They swam for a long time, almost an hour, and when Brenda finally emerged from the water she was surprised to find that all the other people had left. She and Mark had the whole lake to themselves, exactly the situation she'd wanted to avoid. She just hoped he wouldn't notice. She stretched out on the picnic blanket, face down, and prepared to soak up some sun. Mark soon joined her, dripping from his swim.

"Want me to put some sunscreen on you, Mom?" he offered.

"Yes, honey, please," Brenda said, already getting drowsy in the hot sun.

Mark got the bottle of sunscreen and squirted a generous amount on his palm. He started working it into the silky hot skin of Brenda's arms and shoulders and back. She purred with pleasure, enjoying his massage, and her eyes fluttered shut. Mark saw that she was drowsy and off guard. It was the perfect chance to cop a feel of her fantastic tits. Quickly he unhooked her little bikini top.

"Mark, what are you doing?" she muttered.

"I wanta put some lotion here," he lied. "It's okay, Mom, there's nobody around to look."

So he had noticed that they were the only people here. Brenda knew that was a bad sign and that maybe they should pack up and go, but she felt so good lying there in the sun, she just didn't want to move. Mark was massaging lotion into her back, where the bra had been, and she closed her eyes again and went half to sleep. She hardly noticed that his fingers were inching lower and lower.

Mark was ogling her big creamy-skinned tits and wondering if he dared take the chance. His lust got the better of him and he quickly slid his lotion-slick hands underneath her and cupped her hot throbbing tits. Instantly her big nipples went stiff, poking hard against his palms. As he started squeezing and molding her tits, Brenda gasped.

"Mark, stop that," she cried.

"Aw, relax, Mom, I'm just putting lotion on you," he replied, trying to sound innocent.

Meanwhile his cock was going stiff as steel, obscenely tenting his swimming trunks. It was a good thing Brenda couldn't see that. She relaxed a little as he went on fondling her tits.

They were huge fistfuls for him, satiny and delicious to touch. He sensed that she was enjoying his massage too, almost purring with pleasure.

Mark's hunch was right. Brenda adored having her tits fondled, and she just couldn't resist letting him continue. It had been a long time since Gil had done it for her, far too long. And Mark had sounded so innocent when he said he was just putting lotion on her. She closed her eyes and felt the hot stabs of pleasure streaking from her tits to her pussy. Too late, she realized that she was getting horny. Her slit was suddenly swollen, wet and boiling.

But just at that point Mark slid his hands off her tits and moved them to her back, rubbing in more cool lotion. Brenda relaxed. He massaged the sunscreen around her waist and hips, then the top of her ass, right down to the line of her tiny bikini bottoms. His fingers darted under the panties, working in more lotion.

Mark knew he had to work very carefully in order not to alarm his mother. Gently he inched her bikini panties downward, exposing the perfect firm rounds of her ass. He started rubbing lotion into the twin globes, and at the same time he eased her thighs apart just a little so he could see the wet pink flesh of her gash and its fine fringe of dark curls. His cock gave a violent horny lurch and began to drip hot cream.

He knew then that he just wouldn't rest till he'd crammed his cock into his mother's juicy little fuck hole. It was all he could think about any more. And what better chance would he have than this? Brenda was about half asleep. He already had her panties halfway off, her legs open. He knew he was taking a terrible risk, but he just couldn't resist. He firmly grasped her bikini bottoms and pulled them off fast.

"Mark – oh, my God!" Brenda gasped.

One moment he was whisking off her bathing suit, and the next moment he was on top of her, pinning her down, and shoving his hot hard young cock between her legs. He was trying to enter her from behind, his stiff meat stabbing hard against the tender wet flesh of her pussy. Brenda tried to roll out from under him, but he clung to her like a leech. Then she felt the thick head of his prick hitting the mark, plugging the mouth of her cunt.

"Honey, noooo," she sobbed, "you can't fuck your own mother."

Mark didn't see why not, especially when he was so tantalizingly close to his goal. His cock was already into her about an inch, and all he had to do to lose his cherry was shove. While Brenda sobbed in protest, he caught his breath, then pushed hard. He groaned with delight as he sheathed his cock right to the balls in his mother's slippery smoking cunt.

"Ahhhhh, yeah, fantastic!" he cried.

"Oh, my God," Brenda wept.

The damage was done now. Her son's cock was inside her. He'd shoved it into her as far as it would go, butting her womb, and she could feel his meat throbbing against every inch of her tight cuntal tunnel. Worse than that, she loved it. She adored feeling her twat crammed with hot hard cock-meat. Helplessly she soaked his dick with molten cream and struggled not to moan with excitement.

She might have felt some conflict about what they were doing, but not Mark. All he felt was utter bliss as he began to stroke his cock in a juicy cunt for the very first time. Moaning happily, the horny teenage boy let his instincts carry him away, pistoning his cock fast and stiffly in that juice-slick little hole.

"Ahhhhhh, shit, it feels good," he panted. Brenda agreed, but she wasn't about to tell him so. It didn't just feel good to her, it felt marvelous. She was way overdue for a good stiff fucking. She clawed the picnic blanket and tried to stifle her cries of pleasure as Mark's rigid cock reamed and stuffed her famished twat. He was giving it to her just the way she craved it, fast and rough. She was creaming helplessly, soaking his hammering cock.

"Unnnhhhh, stilt, unnhhhhh," Mark groaned, going out of his mind with excitement, "does it feel good to you, Mom?"

Brenda was spared a reply, because at that moment they heard a car approaching. It was agony for Mark to pull his swollen cock out of her deliciously hot and juicy cunt, but there'd have been big trouble if somebody drove up and found them fucking in a public place.

Quickly he and Brenda pulled on their bathing suits.

"Damn," he moaned.

Brenda started loading things into the car. She couldn't find the words for what she felt. It was the most powerful lust of her life, and she knew she'd go crazy if she didn't satisfy it. Call it incest or whatever, she wasn't going to fight it any more. She couldn't. That interrupted fuck had been agony, and she knew she had to be alone with Mark again.

"Come on, we're going home," she said quickly.

Mark didn't know what was on her mind. She wouldn't talk on the way home. His cock wouldn't go down, either. He replayed again and again those few exciting moments when he'd had his prick in her. He felt like he'd go out of his mind with frustration if he didn't get to fuck her again. He helped her carry the picnic things into the house, then turned to her with a questioning look.

Brenda locked the front door and said, "Come with me, Mark."

He followed her to the master bedroom and hungrily eyed the king-sized bed where she and Dad must have made love hundreds of times. His tireless young cock was once more trying to tear its way out of his swimming trunks. He turned to his mother again and saw with delight that she was taking off her bikini. Her eyes were all hot and loving, and they were focused on his bulging crotch.

"Take off your bathing suit, Mark," she said.

He tried. But the suit was wet, and his cock was enormously swollen. Somehow he just couldn't ease that tight suit down around his hard-on. While he struggled, Brenda dropped her bikini bra on the floor, her big melon shaped tits bouncing free. She skinned out of her panties and kicked them away. Mark hungrily ogled her dark little bush and tried even harder to get his trunks off, but it was no go.

"I'll help you, dear," Brenda said hoarsely. As she approached him, Mark feasted his eyes on her firmly thrusting tits and rigid big nipples. Then she went to her knees in front of him and began carefully and patiently easing down his trunks. It was hard for her to be patient, because she was dying to see and touch and taste his meat, but somehow she was finally helping him step out of the trunks. His belly-hugging cock was level with, her hungry mouth, and she drooled at the sight of it.

She leaned so close, that her hot breath tickled his swollen cock. Then her little pink tongue darted out Mark felt an electric shock of pleasure as it contacted his prick. He shivered and groaned. Brenda began to lick up all the salty juice that was dribbling from his piss hole. That turned him on like crazy.

"Ahhhhh, yeah, Mom, that feels fantastic," he cried hoarsely. Brenda seemed to be off in a lusty trance.

She didn't talk, just licked, very carefully tonguing up every single drop of his cream. She rolled the thick juice around on her tongue, savoring it, then gulped it down and greedily tongued for more. Mark had heard vague things from other boys about head jobs and oral sex, but he'd had no idea it would be this exciting. But then everything his mother did excited him.

She licked up all his cream, then drilled the pointed tip of her tongue right into his piss hole to get more. Mark almost came in her face. It was a very close thing. She gurgled with excitement as she swallowed his cream. Then she got to her feet, took his hand, and led him over to the bed. Mark was almost yelping with excitement. It looked as if his dream was going to come true – he was going to take his dad's place in Mom's bed.

Brenda stretched out on her back, bent her legs, and spread her thighs wide. Mark ogled the moist pink line of her slit and the tempting opening of her cunt. She still seemed to be off in that lusty trance, not talking, just needing. She opened her arms to him, and Mark gave a snort of lust and threw himself onto her.

He stabbed around with his stiff cock, but he skidded all over the place, her gash was so slippery with cream. He couldn't seem to find her cunt. He was moaning with frustration. Then Brenda reached down and took his rigid boner and slipped it into her cunt. They both groaned in ecstasy as he shoved his meat, the rest of the way, touching her womb and cramming her full.

"Ohhhhh, baby, yessss," Brenda hissed.

It didn't matter to her now that this was incest, that she was eagerly fucking her own teenage son. All that mattered was having a hard cock inside her famished pussy hole, getting well fucked. She showed him how to do it. She took his hands and placed them under her ass, showing him how to cup firmly and pull her tight against him. His instincts did the rest. He began to fuck her hard and urgently.

"Ahhhhhh, shit, it's good," he moaned. "is it okay for you, Mom? Am I doing it the way you like it?"

"Yes, baby, it's just tight," Brenda panted. "Keep fucking me good and hard, don't stop."

Wild horses couldn't have made him stop! Mark was totally bussed out as he hammered his swollen cock in his mom's snug and juicy pussy hole. He'd never felt anything so great in his young life, and he just wished he could go on fucking her forever. Each time he shoved his prick into that juicy little hole, he felt a hot jolt of pleasure. Brenda clung to him and jerked her hips to his rhythm, letting him know how much she loved his fucking.

"Ohhhhhh, Mark, honey, I love it," she gurgled, "you're fucking me so good."

"I love fucking you, Mom," the boy groaned, "I don't ever wanta stop."

But it was going to come to an end very soon because he was just too damned horny to hold out. As his excitement carried him away, he fucked into her faster and faster, his prick making an obscene sucking noise as it reamed the hot juice from her squeezing cunt. She kept pace with him, fucking right back at him. Mother and son hurtled to the edge of orgasm, clinging to each other and moaning.

"Awwwwww, fuck, unnnhhhh," Mark groaned.

"Ohhhhh, shit, fuck me, fuck me forever, honey," Brenda wailed.

In that bed it was hard not to be reminded of Gil. Here she was, fucking their own son in their marriage bed – but not feeling a bit guilty about it. If Gil had done his duty as a husband, this wouldn't be happening. But Brenda could only go so long without sexual satisfaction and she'd reached her limit today. She couldn't control her lusts any longer. She took her son's jackhammering cock with screams of ecstasy.

"Unnhhhhh, Mark, I'm gonna come!" she sobbed. "Fuck real hard, honey, as hard as you can."

Mark was already giving her what she wanted, spinning out of control and fucking her so hard that her body, shuddered with the impact. The big bed began to creak and quiver. Then Brenda felt a powerful explosion of pleasure deep in her cunt that flashed out to engulf her whole body. Her spasming cunt sucked the jizz from Mark's hammering cock.

"Ohhhhh, God, I'm coming, ohhhhhh!" she wailed.

"Awwwwww, Christ, take my come, awwwww!" Mark howled.

It was the first decent fuck Brenda had had in a long time. It was hard to believe that her young son had given, her what his father wouldn't provide, but that's how it was. And as long as Mark could give her what she craved, they'd go on being lovers – incest just didn't worry her any more. She and Mark could meet each others needs, and what else mattered?