In Mommy's bed

CHAPTER EIGHT

Gil gritted his teeth and tried not to howl with frustration. His cock felt ready to explode. He ached to cram it into his wife's hot juicy little fuck hole, but it seemed that space was reserved. He was paying the price for all those months of neglect.

He could remember all too clearly the many times he'd come home from a long trip to find Brenda looking gorgeous, wearing a sexy outfit she'd bought just to please him, practically begging him to fuck her. And he'd yawned in her face and gone to sleep. All he could think about was making more money – but for what? Money couldn't buy him a lusty, loving wife like Brenda. In fact money was making him lose her.

He wanted to rush right in there and tell her that he'd come to his senses, but Brenda was busy right now. She was busy petting their son's stiff cock, running her fingers lovingly up and down the rock-hard blue-veined shaft. She was smearing her fingers with his sticky prick juice and rubbing it all over his meat. She worshipped his stiff prick, and she wasn't bashful about letting him know it.

Gil remembered how she used to play with his cock like that, back hi their early married days when he was allowing more than five minutes for, their love-making sessions. They used to lie in bed late on weekend mornings, and Brenda would pet his prick and play with it till he threatened to shot his load on the ceiling. Only then would she grin and show him some mercy. Only then would she let him cram his throbbing boner into the sizzling snug tunnel of her cunt.

As Gil recalled those sensuous times, his fingers strayed automatically to his prick and began to pump. But he stopped jacking off when he realized what he was doing. That was kid stuff. He was going to save that hard-on till he could shove every inch of it into Brenda's hot little box. Even if be had to wait all day, he wasn't going to beat off. Or so he grimly told himself.

Now Brenda had petted Mark's handsome young prick into a rigid column of blue-veined meat, and she was admiring her work. Gil wondered if she was thinking about those long-ago mornings when she teased his prick into stiffness. Probably not. She had Mark now, she didn't need to dwell on the past. Gil was probably the farthest thing from her mind at this moment.

"Mmnnnm, baby, it's so hard," she murmured as she ran her fingers up and down her son's stiff-standing cock. "What do you wanta do about it?"

Mark's voice was hoarse with desire. "I wanta fuck you, Mom," he said. "How about being on top?"

Brenda grinned her approval, and Mark stretched out on his back, his magnificent young cock standing up stiff as steel and pointed at the ceiling. Eagerly Brenda straddled him and brought the dripping mouth of her cunt down to touch his engorged purple cockhead. With a snort of lust Mark seized her by the waist and rammed his cock into her.

"Ooooo, baby, yessss," she hissed, "stick it in me, give me all of it."

"You got it, Mom," Mark groaned, "every fuckin' inch."

Gil caught himself pumping his cock again, and he dropped it with a muffled groan. He knew exactly what Mark was feeling at that moment. He knew that Brenda's ready cunt was slippery with cream, searing hot, and yet deliciously tight, the perfect place to sheath a swollen cock. He seethed with envy and longing as his son began to piston his meat in Brenda's juicy

hole. Brenda rode his jerking cock with squeals of delight.

"Oooooo, yes, honey, fuck me good and hard," she cried,

rever.

Brenda hadn't been this aroused for her husband in a long time, but then Gil hadn't given her any reason to be; if she was lucky, he gave her a quick fuck, roll off her, and snore. She was obviously starved for attention in bed. She didn't take Mark's stiff fucking passively, she fucked right back at him, grinding her hips and slamming her famished cuntal tube down around his thrusting prick.

Gil would have given anything just then to take over, to be working his nearly-exploding boner in her juice-filled steaming twat. Like Mark, he really enjoyed fucking with the woman on top, so he could play with her tits and watch her every, reaction to his cock. He liked to watch his prick thrusting in and out of her, stretching her delicate cunt lips. He could use all of that stuff very much right now.

"Ohhhhh, Mark, you're fucking me so good," Brenda whimpered, "so damned good."

Gil had to admit the kid was giving her a terrific fucking. He hammered away tirelessly, cramming her cunt again and again with his rock-hard prick, making her groan in ecstasy each time he thrust to her womb. Her pretty face got flushed and contorted as she took her son's pistoning prick, and she gurgled and squealed with pleasure, soaking his cock with her uncontrollable creaming. In no way was she faking her arousal.

"Ahhhhhh, shit, Mom, it's good," Mark panted.

"It sure is, baby," Brenda moaned, "it's the best."

Gil reddened. He sure as hell knew where he stood now. He was going to have to work very hard to impress Brenda after the super fucking their son was giving her. But somehow he'd do it. He didn't want to lose his gorgeous hot blooded wife. In fact he wanted her now more than he'd ever wanted her in the years of their relationship. His prick was close to exploding as he thought of how badly he wanted to fuck her.

Once more his hand was round his cock, pumping urgently, and this time he didn't bother to take it away. He wished he could be fucking Brenda instead of jacking off, but that might be hours away, and he just couldn't takes the horniness any longer. The scene in the bedroom was just too incredibly arousing to him. He got a firmer grip on his violently throbbing meat and pumped urgently.

His jerking fist matched the rhythm of Mark's jerking cock. The boy was fucking hard and fast into Brenda's juice-filled box, and his cock was making an obscene sucking noise as it reamed her. His face was flushed, and his teeth flashed in a lusty grimace as he fucked her molten twat. Brenda's big tits wobbled and shook with the impact of his rough fucking, and she was soaking his meat with torrents of cream.

"Fuck it to me, baby, fuck hard," she moaned. "I love it, Mark, I just love it."

Mark beamed, obviously proud that he could make this beautiful older woman go out of her mind with pleasure. Each time he shoved his cock to her womb, she wailed in ecstasy and soaked his meat. Her excitement infected him, and he fucked her faster and faster, till the bed began to bounce and creak. Mother and son went at each other like rutting animals, growling and snarling. Gil got the feeling they wouldn't have noticed a brass band marching through the room.

And obviously they weren't thinking of him. Good old Dad was forgotten as the lusty mother and son fucked each other. Once more Gil realized just how close he'd come to blowing his family life completely. He just hoped he could get it back – but how? Mark and Brenda didn't really need him. They were satisfying each other's needs just fine.

"Harder, baby, fuck harder," Brenda groaned, "fuck the living shit out of me."

Leering up at her lust-contorted face, Mark gave it everything he had, fucking into her with all his speed and strength. Her tall body shuddered with the impact, and her heavy tits swung back and forth. She screamed in ecstasy, her eyes tightly closed. Thick rivers of cream poured down her thighs as she allowed her lusty son to fuck her to orgasm. Watching her near the edge of climax, Gil pumped his cock like crazy.

"Yes, yes, honey, I'm almost there," she moaned.

It looked like Mark was almost there, too. He was gritting his teeth and trying not to come till he brought his mom off. Gil had to give the boy credit he was a very considerate lover. And that was why Brenda preferred him. He put her needs first. He made sure her boiling lust was satisfied before he got off. He fucked her with lightning speed now, and it paid off.

"Unnnnhhh, baby, I'm coming, unnnhhh!" she howled.

Mark let out a yelp that was half relief and half bliss. "Take my come, awwwww!" he yelled.

Gil watched his teenage son jet his sizzling load into Brenda's box, and in another second he was coming himself. He barely managed to stifle his groan of release as he splattered the bedroom door with hot gobs of jism. When he finally finished, he glanced dizzily through the keyhole again and saw that Mark's jerking hips were just slowing down as he pumped the last of his come into his mother's womb.

Straddling him, his thick jism gushing down her thighs, Brenda looked radiant and satisfied. Even if it was incest, she'd gotten her needs taken care of at last. She'd been thoroughly fucked for the first time in months. Gil figured she'd surely stop for a rest now – but he was wrong. As Mark's drained cock slipped from her cunt, she scooted down, dipped her head, and began to lick his meat.

Gil's eyes widened. Had he left her that hard up, that needy? Obviously even the marathon love-making session she'd just had with Mark wasn't enough to satisfy her. Hungrily she crammed the boy's cream-soaked dick into her mouth and began noisily sucking on it. Mark broke into a happy grin. He enjoyed this nonstop orgy as much as she did.

"Yeah, Mom, suck my cock," he moaned. Brenda's head was bobbing up and down swiftly, her sleek dark hair flying. If he'd played his cards right, Gil thought, she'd be going dawn on him, not her son. Her hot juicy mouth would be snug around his meat, her tongue teasing the sensitive head of his prick. Just thinking about it was making him horny all over again. In spite of the violent come he'd just had, he felt his balls swelling and his cock stiffening.

He could hear the lewd wet slurping and sucking sounds Brenda was making as she worked Mark's cock in her mouth. It was as if she just couldn't get enough of the bog's cream. Mark was young and energetic, and he responded fast to her sucking. His meat began to swell, pushing her lips wider and wider apart. As it filled her mouth, Brenda gave a muffled moan of excitement and sucked even harder.

"Shit, yeah, that's good," Mark groaned.

Gil knew just how good it was, even though it had been long time since he'd let his wife go down on him. His stupid schedule always got in the way. So now some other guy, his own son in fact, was getting all those great sensations. Gil's prick rose into stiffness and weaved lewdly before him as he watched Brenda noisily sucking Mark's cock. He was in an agony of need and frustration, but there was nothing he could do about it.

Oh, he could always jack off again, but that just didn't appeal to him. He wanted what his son was getting. He wanted to feel Brenda's velvety wet mouth around his prick, suctioning the hot cream out of his piss hole. He wanted to jet his boiling load down her eagerly gulping throat. But none of that was possible, because she was already sucking off Mark. Gil seethed with envy and longing.

"Unnnhhhh, Mom, that's fantastic," the boy whined.

Brenda's red-glossed lips looked stretched almost to bursting by the boy's engorged prick. Her throat muscles were very busy as she gulped down his steadily oozing cream. She left his shaft gleaming with her spit, and Gil knew she was drooling all over his meat. He'd had that experience himself when his pretty wife greedily gulped his cock juice.

Finally Brenda drew back and let Mark's cock snap from her lips. It hit his belly with a wet slap, stiff as steel and once more ready for action. Brenda eyed it hungrily, licking her lips and making a horny gurgling noise in her throat. Gil had never seen her more horny, more frantic for action. She moved a little to the side of Mark and arranged herself in the doggy position, on her elbows and knees, her pert little ass thrust up in the air.

"Fuck me, baby," she begged hoarsely, "stick that big hard thing into me."

Gil's prick gave a violent lurch and began to leak thick globs of cream. He almost groaned with need as his son crawled over behind Brenda and got into position. Mark grasped her slim but curvy hips and touched the fat hard head of his cock to the moist pink opening of her cunt. Both he and Brenda shivered lustily with that first electric contact.

"Unnnhhh, yessss, baby," Brenda moaned, "give it to me, give me all of it."

Mark took his time. He had his second wind and was in no hurry. He probably envisioned fucking his sexy mother all night. Gil couldn't blame him for that, but it made his own situation pretty difficult. What was he supposed to do during the hours that mother and son were making love? He watched with uncontrollable lust as Mark gradually glided his steel-stiff cock into Brenda's cunt.

"Oooooo, yessss," she hissed, clawing the bed.

Steadily, but ever so slowly, Mark filled her cunt with his rigid cock. All the while Brenda crouched there clawing the bed and shivering with excitement. Oil saw thick pearly cream oozing out around the boy's invading prick and flooding down her legs. Her face got flushed, her eyes glassy with desire. After what must have seemed an eternity to the horny housewife, Mark's balls came to rest against her slit.

"You got it all now, Mom," he said hoarsely, "You've got all of it. Jesus, you're so hot in there."

"Hot for you, baby," Brenda moaned, "you're taking care of me so good. Do it again now, fuck me good."

"I sure will," Mark leered.

The kid had to feel like the luckiest teenager in the world. Here he had this gorgeous older woman just begging for his cock and loving everything he did to her – and she just happened to be his mother. Gil could understand the hot excitement his son felt. He just wished the boy would tire out a little faster. He wanted his own turn with Brenda's steamy little fuck hole.

But again Mark was taking his time, drawing out his enjoyment as long as he could. He started fucking her in long, slow, sensuous strokes. Brenda seemed to enjoy the change of pace, and she gurgled and moaned huskily as her son filled her twat again and again with his stiff throbbing boner. More thick cream gushed down her thighs as she continued her helpless juicing. As Gil watched, he found his fist once more straying toward his bloated cock.

No, damnit, he thought, I'm not gonna jack off. Not this time.

He swore he wouldn't come again till he plunged his dick into his wife's hot cunt or greedy mouth. He was damned if he'd just stand there and masturbate like a guilty little kid while he watched his own son have all the fun with Brenda. Maybe he'd been behaving like a jerk this past few months, but he deserved another chance with his wife – and he was going to get it, somehow, some way.

Dizzily, his eyes glazed with longing, he watched Mark's cream-soaked prick gliding in and out of Brenda's sizzling little box. She was gurgling contentedly as she took it, and Gil was sure that her husband and her marriage were the farthest things from her mind just then. But, by God, he was, going to give her memory a jolt. He didn't propose to be left out any longer. He was going to walk right in there and demand to join the fun.

But just as he was about to walk in, Brenda hit him and Mark with a mind-boggling surprise.

"Honey," she moaned hoarsely to her son, "let's try something new. Stick your cock in my ass."

Gil stopped still, his mouth dropping open. Mark went motionless, too, for a second, as if hardly believing what he'd heard. But then he broke into a broad grin and quickly whipped his cream-drenched prick out of her cunt. He pressed the fat purple head against the tiny puckered mouth of her asshole and began to push. Brenda gasped and dug her nails into the bed.

"Easy," she panted, "go slow. Yes, that's it. That's good, honey, real good."

Her voice was husky with horniness, and Gil could tell she was loving it as Mark slowly and carefully eased his rigid cock up her tiny shitter. Gil was ready to yell with frustration. He and Brenda had done about everything there was to do in bed – except this. He'd never asked her, thinking she'd refuse, and maybe she'd been too shy to suggest it. So Mark was the very first guy ever to stick his cock in her brownie.

"Oooooo, my God, it's fantastic," Brenda moaned as she took inch after inch of her son's cock into her untried asshole.

Mark was panting and moaning as he eased his dick into her. "Aw, shit, it's tight," he panted, "so nice and tight."

Tell me about it, Gil thought grimly.

His own cock was lurching wildly and dribbling a steady stream of juice as he watched.

Mark slowly filling Brenda's red-hot asshole with his stiff prick. At last the boy was all the way into her, and he paused fat breath, his steel-hard boner sheathed in tight velvety flesh. Brenda looked totally blissed-out, her face twisted in a lusty leer as her son's cock throbbed in her greedy shitter. Then Mark began to ass-fuck her in long slow thrusts.

"Oooooooo, shit, ooooooo," she gurgled. "Do you like it, Mom?" Mark asked anxiously.

"I love it, baby," Brenda moaned, "it's just incredible."

Gil had had enough. No matter what he'd done, no matter how big a fool he'd been, he didn't deserve this kind of torture. He didn't just have to stand there and go out of his mind with lust while the other two members of his family had all the fun. A man could take only so much. Quickly he stripped naked, dropping his clothes in the hall.

As he did so, he could hear Mark's lusty panting and Brenda's hoarse cries of pleasure. Those sounds were driving him crazy with need. He jerked the door open and strode into the room. Hearing him, Mark and Brenda looked up, then froze. They must have realized whan an incriminating sight they presented.

Brenda crouched there with Mark's stiff cock up her ass. And of course they must have been astonished to see Gil stride into the room naked, his stiff cock wagging before him.

Finally Brenda found her voice. "Honey," she said weakly, "I didn't expect you home for a couple more days."

"I can tell," Gil said dryly. He turned to Mark and said, "Well, young man, what's your story?"

Mark glared at him. "I don't have to make up any excuses, Dad," he snapped. "You lost out, and you know why. So why don't you just split?"