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.