"Unnnhhhh, Mom, that's fantastic," the boy whined.
Brenda's red-glossed lips looked stretched almost to bursting by the boy's engorged prick. Her throat muscles were very busy as she gulped down his steadily oozing cream. She left his shaft gleaming with her spit, and Gil knew she was drooling all over his meat. He'd had that experience himself when his pretty wife greedily gulped his cock juice.
Finally Brenda drew back and let Mark's cock snap from her lips. It hit his belly with a wet slap, stiff as steel and once more ready for action. Brenda eyed it hungrily, licking her lips and making a horny gurgling noise in her throat. Gil had never seen her more horny, more frantic for action. She moved a little to the side of Mark and arranged herself in the doggy position, on her elbows and knees, her pert little ass thrust up in the air.
"Fuck me, baby," she begged hoarsely, "stick that big hard thing into me."
Gil's prick gave a violent lurch and began to leak thick globs of cream. He almost groaned with need as his son crawled over behind Brenda and got into position. Mark grasped her slim but curvy hips and touched the fat hard head of his cock to the moist pink opening of her cunt. Both he and Brenda shivered lustily with that first electric contact.
"Unnnhhh, yessss, baby," Brenda moaned, "give it to me, give me all of it."
Mark took his time. He had his second wind and was in no hurry. He probably envisioned fucking his sexy mother all night. Gil couldn't blame him for that, but it made his own situation pretty difficult. What was he supposed to do during the hours that mother and son were making love? He watched with uncontrollable lust as Mark gradually glided his steel-stiff cock into Brenda's cunt.
"Oooooo, yessss," she hissed, clawing the bed.
Steadily, but ever so slowly, Mark filled her cunt with his rigid cock. All the while Brenda crouched there clawing the bed and shivering with excitement. Oil saw thick pearly cream oozing out around the boy's invading prick and flooding down her legs. Her face got flushed, her eyes glassy with desire. After what must have seemed an eternity to the horny housewife, Mark's balls came to rest against her slit.
"You got it all now, Mom," he said hoarsely, "You've got all of it. Jesus, you're so hot in there."
"Hot for you, baby," Brenda moaned, "you're taking care of me so good. Do it again now, fuck me good."
"I sure will," Mark leered.
The kid had to feel like the luckiest teenager in the world. Here he had this gorgeous older woman just begging for his cock and loving everything he did to her – and she just happened to be his mother. Gil could understand the hot excitement his son felt. He just wished the boy would tire out a little faster. He wanted his own turn with Brenda's steamy little fuck hole.
But again Mark was taking his time, drawing out his enjoyment as long as he could. He started fucking her in long, slow, sensuous strokes. Brenda seemed to enjoy the change of pace, and she gurgled and moaned huskily as her son filled her twat again and again with his stiff throbbing boner. More thick cream gushed down her thighs as she continued her helpless juicing. As Gil watched, he found his fist once more straying toward his bloated cock.
No, damnit, he thought, I'm not gonna jack off. Not this time.
He swore he wouldn't come again till he plunged his dick into his wife's hot cunt or greedy mouth. He was damned if he'd just stand there and masturbate like a guilty little kid while he watched his own son have all the fun with Brenda. Maybe he'd been behaving like a jerk this past few months, but he deserved another chance with his wife – and he was going to get it, somehow, some way.
Dizzily, his eyes glazed with longing, he watched Mark's cream-soaked prick gliding in and out of Brenda's sizzling little box. She was gurgling contentedly as she took it, and Gil was sure that her husband and her marriage were the farthest things from her mind just then. But, by God, he was, going to give her memory a jolt. He didn't propose to be left out any longer. He was going to walk right in there and demand to join the fun.
But just as he was about to walk in, Brenda hit him and Mark with a mind-boggling surprise.
"Honey," she moaned hoarsely to her son, "let's try something new. Stick your cock in my ass."
Gil stopped still, his mouth dropping open. Mark went motionless, too, for a second, as if hardly believing what he'd heard. But then he broke into a broad grin and quickly whipped his cream-drenched prick out of her cunt. He pressed the fat purple head against the tiny puckered mouth of her asshole and began to push. Brenda gasped and dug her nails into the bed.
"Easy," she panted, "go slow. Yes, that's it. That's good, honey, real good."
Her voice was husky with horniness, and Gil could tell she was loving it as Mark slowly and carefully eased his rigid cock up her tiny shitter. Gil was ready to yell with frustration. He and Brenda had done about everything there was to do in bed – except this. He'd never asked her, thinking she'd refuse, and maybe she'd been too shy to suggest it. So Mark was the very first guy ever to stick his cock in her brownie.
"Oooooo, my God, it's fantastic," Brenda moaned as she took inch after inch of her son's cock into her untried asshole.
Mark was panting and moaning as he eased his dick into her. "Aw, shit, it's tight," he panted, "so nice and tight."
Tell me about it, Gil thought grimly.
His own cock was lurching wildly and dribbling a steady stream of juice as he watched.
Mark slowly filling Brenda's red-hot asshole with his stiff prick. At last the boy was all the way into her, and he paused fat breath, his steel-hard boner sheathed in tight velvety flesh. Brenda looked totally blissed-out, her face twisted in a lusty leer as her son's cock throbbed in her greedy shitter. Then Mark began to ass-fuck her in long slow thrusts.
"Oooooooo, shit, ooooooo," she gurgled. "Do you like it, Mom?" Mark asked anxiously.
"I love it, baby," Brenda moaned, "it's just incredible."
Gil had had enough. No matter what he'd done, no matter how big a fool he'd been, he didn't deserve this kind of torture. He didn't just have to stand there and go out of his mind with lust while the other two members of his family had all the fun. A man could take only so much. Quickly he stripped naked, dropping his clothes in the hall.
As he did so, he could hear Mark's lusty panting and Brenda's hoarse cries of pleasure. Those sounds were driving him crazy with need. He jerked the door open and strode into the room. Hearing him, Mark and Brenda looked up, then froze. They must have realized whan an incriminating sight they presented.
Brenda crouched there with Mark's stiff cock up her ass. And of course they must have been astonished to see Gil stride into the room naked, his stiff cock wagging before him.
Finally Brenda found her voice. "Honey," she said weakly, "I didn't expect you home for a couple more days."
"I can tell," Gil said dryly. He turned to Mark and said, "Well, young man, what's your story?"
Mark glared at him. "I don't have to make up any excuses, Dad," he snapped. "You lost out, and you know why. So why don't you just split?"
CHAPTER NINE
There it was, the whole thing laid out nice and clear. Son challenging father – for mother's love. Gil and Mark stared at each other, while Brenda tried desperately to come up with a solution. She didn't want to lose either one of them, because she loved and needed, them both.
"Wait a minute," she said, forcing a smile, "nobody has to be left out here. We can all have fun together."
"Oh, yeah, how?" Mark snapped. "There's no room for him."
"Yes, Brenda," Gil growled, "there's only one of you and two of us. How are you gonna handle that?"
"Ever hear of taking turns?" Brenda purred.