"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?
CHAPTER SIX
Mark had been considering calling Dana for another date, but not any more. Now that his beautiful mother was willing to fuck him, what did he need with Dana or any other girl his own age? None of them turned him on the way Brenda did.
After their love-making that afternoon, he followed her around the house, helping her with chores, never wanting to be out of her sight. They kept stopping to kiss and caress each other. It was Mark's idea of a perfect day. Brenda made his favorite dinner, and by the time they finished eating, their minds were on sex again.
Brenda felt just as turned on as her son did. She hadn't had any decent love-making in so long that she could hardly wait to take Mark to bed again. All she could think of was his inexhaustible, steel-hard teenage cock and the fantastic pleasure it could give her. By the time she'd finished loading the dinner dishes into the dishwasher, she was ragingly horny again. And from the way Mark kept brushing against her, she was sure he felt the same.
"Want to watch some TV, honey?" she asked teasingly.
"I'd rather watch you," Mark said, his voice husky with longing.
Brenda glanced at his fly, and saw it was bulging. The boy had a hard-on for her, and that excited her hotly. She moved toward him, and Mark swept her into his arms and kissed her hungrily, darting his tongue into her mouth. Wantonly she ground her swollen mound against his engorged prick, and she felt him give a horny shiver and a muffled moan.
She darted her tongue back at his and went on rubbing her mound against his stiff prick. She could feel his meat throbbing even through their clothes. Her nipples were growing long and engorged with lust, pressing into his chest. She was creaming helplessly, hot spurts of juice that soaked through her panties. It was high time they quit fooling around and got down to some serious love-making, she decided.
"Why don't we go to my room, dear?" she purred as they finally broke off the steamy tongue-kiss.
"Great idea, Mom," Mark leered.
He noticed she didn't refer to it as "our room", that is, hers and Dad's. She hadn't mentioned Gil, not even once, since she and Mark became lovers. It was like his Dad was totally out of the picture. That made Mark wonder what, things would be like when Gil returned. But he wasn't going to worry about that now. He was just going to grab all the pleasure he could get while he was still the only man in his mother's life.
In the bedroom they quickly stripped, then stretched out on the big bed for more kissing and caressing. Brenda curled her fingers around her son's stiff cock and pumped it lightly, teasingly, smearing her fingers with his dribbling cream. Mark slipped a hand between her thighs and teased the scorching wet flesh of her pussy. They went at each other ravenously, not hiding their incestuous attraction for each other.
Brenda thought briefly, what a shock it would be for Gil if he walked in and found them like this. He'd been known to come home early from a road trip. Not often, but it had happened. What would he think, if he found mother and son naked on the bed, Brenda eagerly pumping Mark's cock while he played with her soaked and ready pussy? It certainly wouldn't be an easy sight for Gil to see.
On the other hand, Brenda thought, maybe he deserved to see it. Maybe it would finally wake him up to the fact that he was destroying their marriage by being away so often and not taking care of her in bed. She'd tried to tell him that again and again, but he just wasn't listening. It might take a shock like this to get his attention. Or would it be too big a shock if he found his wife and son were lovers?
She couldn't answer that question, and her attention was soon distracted as Mark's caressing fingers teased her pussy to a fever pitch of need. She'd had enough foreplay. Now what she really needed was her son's magnificent iron-hard cock reaming and cramming her famished cunt. She rolled onto her back, bent and spread her legs, and held out her arms to him.
"Fuck me, baby," she pleaded hoarsely, "I need it so bad."
Mark hardly had to be urged. With a snort of lust he threw himself onto her, and she groaned in ecstasy as he shoved his stiff prick into her. He thrust clear to her womb in one greedy movement, cramming her almost breathless. But she loved his greedy roughness, and she clung to him and moaned with delight.
"Yesss, honey, give me all of it," she whimpered, "fuck my pussy good."
Mark was practically coming just from listening to her. She made no secret of the fact that his cock felt great inside her, and as he began to fuck her, her response was even more hot. With each deep quick thrust into her molten slick twat, she creamed all over his meat and moaned her appreciation. Wildly aroused, Mark fucked her in swift urgent strokes, his cock making an obscene sucking noise as it reamed out her cream.
"That's it, baby," she moaned, "fuck me hard, I love it that way."
Gil usually fucked her hard, too – but only for a minute or so. Then he'd shoot his load, roll over, and snore. That hardly did much for Brenda. Sometimes she didn't even have time to climax. And she never climaxed enough with Gil, not since their love-making was limited to quickies. But with Mark, it was different.
Mark was in no rush to finish. He could probably go on fucking her all night if she asked for it. Like her, he was greedy. He wanted to gorge himself on pleasure. Like. Brenda, he wished the wonderful sensations would never end, now he was fucking her like a machine, his cock pistoning tirelessly in her juice-slick box. Brenda arched her body to take his meat as deep as she could get it.
"Yes, baby, fuck me deep," she moaned, "really give it to me."
In her need to take his cock as deep as possible, she flung her legs around his body and locked them there. Now he could sink his cock into her right to the balls. Mark groaned in ecstasy and fucked her faster and faster, till the bed began to creak and rock. But no matter how hard he fucked her, she got off on it. In fact he noticed that the harder he gave it to her, the more aroused she became.
"Ohhhhhh, God, it's good," she sobbed.
Now she really did wish Gil would walk in and catch them fucking. She wanted him to see how the job ought to be done. She wished he could see his own teenage son fucking her like a young stallion, pounding away minute after minute, making sure she was thoroughly fucked. This was the way she'd craved it for so many months now, the way she had to have it if she was going to be satisfied.