Marvin Cox
A mother_s lust
CHAPTER ONE
Bernice McCormack felt a slight throbbing in her cunt when she saw her naked son in the bathroom.
Ordinarily, she would have yelled at him to close the door – didn't he know he had a little sister running around the house?
This time she didn't yell. Instead, she let her eyes trail over the smooth back, the firm, rounded ass, the meaty thighs. From this angle, she could tell he was very much his father's son. The boy, although still a teenager, had the body of a man. And that cock! It must hang halfway to his knees!
The delicate sensation that burned near the base of her spine swept forward, tingling her pussy opening. Slowly, she lowered her right hand to her side, then over, to her crotch. Even through the material of her skirt and the silky pants, she could feel her clit grow rock-hard. She swallowed hard, then bit her lower lip.
Mike was now looking in the mirror, checking his appearance, before taking his girlfriend to the drive-in. At his age, he could be forgiven a certain vanity as he admired his features. The shock of blue-black hair, the dark-brown eyes and angular face made him one of the most handsome boys in school. Football and soccer were responsible for the heavily muscled body, the lean, sinewy features around his stomach and hips. He was just beginning to get hair on his chest. Thank God, his skin had finally cleared up.
His girlfriend was partly responsible for that, he thought. Sex for them had now become a pretty routine thing, not that he didn't look forward to it. He did. He felt his cock pulsate just thinking about what he was going to do to that little bitch tonight.
Bernice's eyes were now on Mike's prick. Had it gotten bigger? Yes, it had. She wondered suddenly if her son and his girlfriend were sleeping together. Probably. Christ, if I had something like that to fuck, I sure would! She thought.
She began rubbing her fingers over her cunt, thinking about what the two of them would be doing less than an hour frown now.
He would spread her legs, then jab that thick cock head between her thighs. She could almost see the massive shaft slip noisily through the tiny, puckered opening, stretching the slick walls. His balls would crawl upward, then nestle inside the crack of her ass. There they would lie, throbbing with life, ready to explode. The gushing wads of cum would…
"Ohhhhh!" she cried out. A spasm of raw pleasure constricted her cunt, almost doubling her over.
"M-Mom! You OK?" Mike asked, hearing her groan.
Fortunately, she had jumped back, out of view, when the storm of climax hit her guts.
"I… I just stubbed my toe," she lied. Her insides were still rippling, causing her opening to buzz, ache. "It… It hurts," she added, wincing.
"Anything I can do?"
Yes, Son, she heard her mind scream. You can come over here and shove that big, beautiful dick right up my cunt! You can spit out all those globs of cum inside me! You can…
"No… I'm fine," she gasped, trying to control her voice. "But… you'd better hurry. You don't want to be late."
Later, after kissing him lightly on the cheek, then watching him leave, she almost ran to her bedroom. She quickly threw off her clothes and stood in front of the mirror, looking at a reflection she hardly recognized. She hadn't been this excited since she'd kicked Larry out – what was it? Two years now?
She suddenly forgot all about her husband's faults, his running around, his drinking, the cruel games he'd play. What she remembered was the way that sonofabitch could fuck. If he hadn't been so good, he would have been log gone before she finally took all she could.
Mike looked a lot like him, she thought. Big and muscular, that easy grin, those bedroom eyes. Her daughter and two other sons took after her side of the family.
"Oh… I want your cock inside me," she whispered, placing both hands on her thighs. She dug her thumbs into the loose folds of skin that surrounded the blonde-haired cunt and pulled them apart. When she saw the pink, oozing canal, she thrust her middle finger deeply inside. When her palm hit the rock-hard surface of her clit, she again cried out with pleasure. "Right… up… here!" she moaned, arching her back.
She had meant to pretend it was Larry's prick, but the vision of Mike's meat kept coming back. The boy was young and firm, just as Larry had been when they'd first married. What would it be like? She wondered. Her own son's cock inside her.
Guilt and pleasure swept around her like a damp fog. She tried desperately to forget Mike. It wasn't normal for a mother to do what she was doing! If she wanted it that bad, why didn't she just go out and find herself a man? Why masturbate and think of her son? "Oh… Mike," she groaned, pleasure now outweighing guilt. "I wish I was that little girl. God, I'd fuck that cock of yours! I'd suck it off! I'd…"
Her voice became a choking, tortured groan as an explosion of raw ecstasy burned into her hole. She began pinching, squeezing, pulling on her clit. The sensations, however, were empty. Nothing would satisfy that ache, that horrible itch, but a big, juicy slab of cock!
"Ohhhh… God!" she wailed, her face now contorted with anguish. She humped her fingers, constricting the walls of cunt flesh around her knuckles. "I… I want you… Mike! God, how I want you!"
When the convulsions finally subsided, she again looked at her reflection. Once more, she hardly recognized her own face. The smooth, creamy skin was flushed, almost as if she had a sunburn. The short-cropped blond hair seemed paler, almost drained of all color. Her emerald green eyes were flashing, dark and hungry.
It had been so long since a man had touched her body. She almost had forgotten what it was like to feel a hot, sucking mouth on her pink-tipped tits, the rough hands sweeping over her waist, her hips.
She looked at her features carefully. Yes, she was still attractive enough, even at thirty-eight. Her tits were full and up-turned, the nipples small and rubbery. Her stomach was flat, her legs firm and lean. Tiny crows-feet etched her eyes, but even they added to her sultry good looks. Made her look world-wise, experienced.
Again she thrust her middle finger inside her hole. She would do it until that itch went away, or she collapsed from sheer exhaustion.
"Shit!" she heard Mike say as he slammed the door. "Shit and double damn shit!"
Quickly, Bernice threw on her housecoat, wondering what had happened. He sounded furious, and he was usually the quiet one in the family.
"Little bitch stood me up," he said, seeing her appear from the hallway. He was sitting on the couch, his expression stony, one leg thrown over the arm, his large foot dangling about two inches from the carpet.
"Sorry, I can't make it tonight," he said, his voice high-pitch, mimicking. "I hope you understand."
He exhaled loudly and looked in the general direction of the television. "Oh yes, I understand all right. Little bitch."
"Hey it's been a long time since just you and I did anything together," Bernice said brightly. "I know I'm no match for your girlfriend, but we could go out…"
"You want go to the drive-in with me?" Mike asked, puzzled. He had asked her a hundred times to get out, to meet people, but she refused. He had finally given up, even though he hated the idea of her being wasted like that. She was a good-looking woman. He just hoped women still looked as good when he was thirty-eight!
"Would you?" he added, his eyes glinting. "I mean, hell, you never go any place. And just because Dad…"
He left the thought unfinished. He knew how much it still hurt her even to talk about him.
"You wouldn't be ashamed to take your old mother?" Bernice said, feeling her throat constrict.
"I'd have the best-looking woman there," Mike said.
God, what a charmer! Little bastard! She could nip this whole thing in the bud and say no. What might she do there in the car with him?