"Unnnhhh, baby, I'm so close," she whimpered.
She grabbed his hand and brought it around her, showing him how to squeeze her clit and bring her off like a bomb. Mark was a fast learner. Still pounding his stiff cock in her sizzling cunt, he pressed the magic button. As he gave her clit a long firm squeeze, she went hurtling into a body wracking climax, soaking his prick with scalding cream.
"Oooooo, shit, I'm coming, oooooo!" she squealed.
Her cunt clamped and sucked around his cock, but still he wasn't tempted to come along with her. He wanted to fuck her in every possibit position, wanted to go on fucking her all night. He didn't think he could ever get enough of her juicy hot cunt. He kept hammering his stiff dick into her as she came, till finally she went limp and panting.
"Can we do it another way, Mom?" he asked eagerly.
Brenda smiled a wicked little smile that he didn't see. "Of course, darling," she purred.
He was acting so cocky, like he could fuck all night, but she had a little surprise for him. The next position was sure to bring him off, whether he planned it that way or not. She took his hand and led him over in front of the big dressing table mirror. She spread her legs and had him stand behind her and bury his cock deep in her seething cunt. He held her against him, cupping and squeezing her swollen tits. In the mirror they could both see his cream-soaked blue-veined cock pistoning in and out of her dripping cunt.
Brenda leered at him, meeting his eyes in the mirror, and said huskily, "Fuck me good, baby, fuck me real hard."
Mark groaned and almost came. He found the scene outrageously sensuous. He watched his mother's face glow with pleasure as he hammered his cock in her blazing-hot box, and he could see the thick cream dripping from her cunt as he reamed it out with his swollen meat. It was just too much stimulus for the horny teenage boy. He spun out of control, fucking her like a pile driver.
"Yessss," she gurgled, "that's it, baby, fuck the living shit out of me."
Brenda was just as turned on by the kinky scene as Mark was, and in less than a minute she was starting to come, her cunt going into spasm round his jackhammering cock. Mark had to shoot his load this time. He was just too excited to hold back, especially when he felt his mother coming, her convulsing box squeezing and sucking his meat. He gave a sustained hoarse groan as he flooded her womb.
"Take my come, Mom," he cried, "take it, aaaggghhhh!"
"Yes, Mark, cream me, whaahhhh!" Brenda wailed.
Dizzily she watched herself climaxing and taking her son's jizz. The thick cream overflowed her twat and flooded down her legs. Her tall big-titted body shuddered with the force of the boy's frantic fucking. It was a very kinky scene, really outrageous, a mother wailing in orgasm as her son shot his load into her cunt. But Brenda didn't feel guilty, not for an instant.
She just wished, again, that Gil could see her now. Maybe he'd get the idea that something wasn't quite right with their marriage.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Brenda didn't know it, but Gil already had the idea. At dawn the next day, while she and Mark were still sleeping, Gil was on the road, heading home. He'd done a lot of thinking on this trip, and he'd ended up agreeing with Brenda. The house wasn't worth it, not if his long hours of work were ruining their marriage.
So he was coming home early to offer her a new deal. He'd go back to normal work hours, and they'd sell the big house and buy a smaller one. He was sure Brenda would go for that. She'd never been after his money or the things he could buy her. She just wanted his love and companionship – and he'd been a fool not to see that sooner.
He just hoped he hadn't lost her already. He'd seen how disappointed she was last time he was home, upset that he didn't stay longer and that their love-making was so short and rushed. He worried that already she might have found another man to take care of her neglected passions. He wouldn't blame her a bit if she had, but he hoped she was still being patient, still waiting for him.
Completely unaware of Gil's decision, Brenda wasn't expecting him home for several more days. She slept in the next morning, then prepared a huge breakfast for herself and Mark. They did some shopping, had a swim in the lake, and then headed home in late afternoon, both of them frankly horny by now. They quickly stowed the groceries they'd bought and headed for the master bedroom.
"I got a hard-on while we were swimming," Mark chuckled.
"The cold water didn't help?" Brenda laughed.
"See for yourself," he said, dropping his jeans.
Brenda stared with undisguised hunger at her son's belly-hugging cock. It was rigid as steel and drooling thick rivers of juice. Quickly she got rid of her clothes, and Mark skinned out of his. They walked over to the bed, and Mark climbed on, but Brenda didn't join him.
"I'd like to try something different this time, honey," she said. "I want you to sit on the edge of the bed, like this."
She had him sit with his legs hanging over the edge and parted. Then she grabbed a pillow and knelt on it between his thighs. By now Mark was beginning to get the picture, and he started breathing hard, very excited and eager. Brenda wrapped her fingers around the swollen base of his prick and gently drew his meat towards her red-glossed lips. Her hot little tongue darted out and contacted the sensitive head of his cock.
"Jesus, yes," Mark gasped, "lick my cock."
Those were the first words Gil heard as he entered the house. Brenda and Mark had been so intent on getting to the bedroom and stripping, they hadn't heard him drive up. He walked in, found the kitchen and living room empty, and started down the hall. Then he heard Mark's hoarse exclamation, stopped, and broke into a grin.
That little devil Mark – it sounded as if he'd smuggled a girl into the house and was getting it on with her. Gil wondered where Brenda was. Out shopping, maybe. He just couldn't resist taking a peek at Mark and this girl of his. He followed the hoarse panting sounds and discovered they were coming from the master bedroom. So Mark had taken the girl to the best room in the house?
Grinning, Gil dropped to his knees outside the door and peered through the keyhole. He blinked and looked again. The grin faded from his face, and his mouth dropped wide open. Mark was there with a female, all right, getting his cock licked. But the female was Brenda. She was kneeling between the boy's legs and running her tongue greedily all over the glistening head of his prick.
"Ohhhhh, wow, Mom, that feels so great," Mark was moaning.
"Mmmmmmmrn," Brenda murmured as she tongued up another tasty drop of his cock cream and ate it.
Gil felt paralyzed with shock. There was his wife going down on their son. That totally blew his mind. It looked as if this wasn't their first love-making session, either. They were reined and familiar with each other, taking their time, getting all the leisurely pleasure possible. Gil felt outraged. Yet at the same time he was aroused in some kinky way.
His eyes roamed hungrily over Brenda's voluptuous naked body, and he watched her pointed tongue lapping up Mark's cream. He felt his balls swelling and his cock stiffening. He didn't understand it, but he was getting turned on like crazy as he watched. Maybe he ought to just charge in there and break up that incestuous scene, but spying on it was a lot more fun. He shifted his position a little, getting more comfortable before the keyhole.
By now Brenda had lathered every inch of Mark's stiff cock with her hot spit, leaving the blue-veined shaft gleaming. Mark was flushed and glassy-eyed with pleasure, and he was breathing harshly, a ragged sound that his father could hear clearly even through the closed door. Gil didn't blame Mark for being so aroused. Brenda gave damned fine head.