"Ohhhhh, Mark, honey, that's it, I'm coming!" she howled.
Her big-titted body began to buck so hard that Mark couldn't stay on target. Her clit whipped from his lips, and he drew back a little to watch her coming. Her luscious tits wobbled like crazy, and a thick flood of come-juice gushed from the tiny fur-fringed opening of her cunt. Mark watched her hungrily, his young cock stiffening again.
Gil saw that rowing hard-on and almost moaned with frustration. He needed his turn with Brenda, but it looked as if he wasn't going to get it for quite awhile. Brenda's violent orgasm lasted for almost a minute, and then she finally opened her lust-glazed eyes and looked at Mark with a grateful smile. Her satisfaction was obvious.
"Honey, I loved that," she sighed. "You sure are a fast learner."
Mark beamed with pride. "Teach me more, Mom," he begged. "I wanta know all about pussy-eating."
Naturally Brenda wasn't going to turn down a deal like that. "Okay, honey," she grinned, "I'll show you another good way to get a woman off."
This time she showed him how to tonguefuck. Gil was going out of his mind with need as he watched. She had Mark make his tongue long and stiff, then cram it into her cunt, clear to the root. She showed the boy how to use his stiff tongue like a cock, hammering it in and out of her juicy box. Mark quickly got the idea. Gil could tell that his son was a natural-born pussy-eater, a chip off the old block.
"Unnnnhhh, baby, that's wonderful," Brenda gurgled, "just keep doing that."
She lay stretched out on her back, her long legs bent and wide open. Mark's head bobbed furiously between, her thighs. His gleaming wet tongue pistoned in and out of her little furfringed cunt mouth, making an obscene sucking noise that added to Gil's arousal and frustration. As. Brenda's face twisted into a lusty grimace, he knew the kid was doing damned good. The little rascal was going to get her off like crazy.
"Qooooo, baby, I love it, I love it," she howled.
Gil thought about banging his head against the wall to distract him from his frantic horniness, but that would disturb Brenda and Mark. About all he could do for relief was jack off, but be didn't want to compromise. He wanted to hammer his tongue in his wife's delicious little cunt, then fuck her brains out. He wanted to plunge his cock into the molten velvety depths of her cunt, not into his own dry fist.
But that just wasn't possible. Brenda's snug pussy was occuped already by their son's hammering tongue. Brenda clawed the bed and whimpered with pleasure as the slippery meat crammed her box again and again. From the hungry gobbling and snuffling noises he was making, it was obvious that Mark loved the hot tangy taste of her gushing cream.
"Yes, baby, eat me," Brenda moaned, "fuck me with that big ol' tongue."
Mother and son were perfectly content with each other, and there didn't seem to be any room for Gil in that happy picture. It was his own damned fault, of course, for neglecting both of them, but he couldn't help feeling left out and lonely. There just had to be some way to get back with his family again. But what would he do about this incestuous little affair he was witnessing? Could he let mother and son go on being lovers? Gil debated these questions as he watched Mark tongue-fuck Brenda to the very brink of climax.
"Ohhhhhh, Mark, I'm gonna come," she gurgled. "Do it to me real hard now, honey, as hard as you can."
Mark eagerly obeyed, his head bobbing with lightning speed. His spearing tongue made an obscene wet sucking noise as it reamed the thick juices from his mom's twat. Her face contorted with ecstasy, her eyes tightly closed, Brenda howled and writhed. As she soaked the boy's face with her spurting cream, Gil longed to be in his son's place, taking that sizzling flood.
He couldn't believe how lusty she was, how violent her need was. She was even more neglected than he'd thought. He'd been aware that he wasn't fucking her enough, but he hadn't realized till now that her lust was battled up like floodwaters behind a weakening dam. Now it was raging loose, and she had no control of it. She was so horny, so desperate, that she'd become the lover of her own teenaged son.
"Baby, it's happening, I'm coming!" she screamed.
Again her tall body rocked so hard that Mark couldn't stay on target. She wrenched off the impalement of his tongue and bucked hard, her lovely big tits wobbling and bouncing. Mark rose to his knees and watched her, his eyes hot with lust. His prick was so stiff by now, it was hugging his belly and drooling thick streams of juice. Obviously Mark wasn't finished making love to his mother, not by a long shot.
Brenda came down from her climax and opened her eyes, and the first thing she focused on was Mark's rigid drooling cock. "Baby," she breathed, "we'll just have to do something about that, won't we?"
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.