"Stay just like you are," he requested hoarsely.
Brenda remained on her hands and knees, seething with lust as he crawled around behind her. She could never get enough of his massive hard cock. He grasped her hips, and then she gurgled with delight as he started easing his stiff slab of meat into her. She soaked it with helpless bursts of cream that overflowed her twat and ran down her legs. As he hit bottom, she groaned in ecstasy.
"Oh, honey, that feels so good," she cried. Snorting with excitement, Gil began to hammer his cock in his wife's juicy little fuck hole. Not only didn't he have much time, he was so aroused by now that he couldn't be slow or gentle. He just had this urge to fuck the living shit out of Brenda. Luckily she didn't mind. She clawed the sheet and bowled with pleasure as he reamed and crammed her hot little box.
"Fuck it to me, fuck it to me," she chanted hoarsely.
She just wished they could stay in bed and fuck all day, the way they sometimes used to. She was just getting warmed up. Gil could make her come, and come hard, but she knew that after he left she'd soon be horny again. He was never with her long enough any more to give her all the orgasms she needed. So she grabbed greedily for what she could get.
"Fuck hard," she moaned, "fuck me crazy, honey."
Gil leered down at her as he hammered his thick boner in and out of her cunt. He watched his blue-veined column of meat stretching her delicate pussy lips wide, then plunging to her fiery depths. He watched her magnificent big tits swinging heavily back and forth with the impact of his fucking. She kept gurgling and moaning with pleasure as he hammered her to the very brink of orgasm, and she was drenching his prick with molten cream.
"Ooooo, baby, I'm almost coming," she sobbed.
"I'll get you off," Gil rasped.
He wished he didn't have to hurry her, but it was time he got to work. Still pistoning his rock-hard cock in her juicy little box, he reached around her and grasped her clit between his thumb and forefinger. He began to knead the fleshy button, and it took just a few seconds of that stimulation to bring Brenda off like crazy. He felt his fingers getting soaked with her sizzling come.
"Unnnhhhh, yeah, I'm coming, unnahhhh!" she howled.
"Take my come, baby," Gil gasped, "Awwwwwww, yeah, aaaggghhhh!"
Brenda gurgled ecstatically as he pumped her full of his thick hot jism. The steaming load made her own climax longer and more powerful. He jetted the fiery liquid into her till it overflowed her little twat and flooded down her legs. She wanted to go on taking his load forever, but at last he pulled out and left the bed, hastily donning clean clothes.
"Darn it, honey, I wish you didn't have to leave again," Brenda sighed. "We just never have any time together any more."
"I know, babe, and don't like it any more than you do," Gil answered, "but we've got to have the money for the house."
"Do we?" Brenda said. "Is the house really worth what it's doing to us and our marriage?"
"Brenda, don't talk crazy," Gil said. "You know we've always wanted a home of our own. Now, I've gotta rush, honey. I'll see you in a week."
He gave her a quick peck on the lips, and then he was gone. Brenda groaned in frustration. She had a lot more to say to him, a lot more arguments against him working himself to death and neglecting their sex life. But he was in a big fucking hurry, as usual. It was infuriating. And now she'd have to go another whole week without getting laid. What kind of a marriage did they have, anyway?
Things turned out pretty muck as she'd expected – by late afternoon she was horny again. That quick love-making session had just whetted her appetite for more. She needed her husband urgently, but by now he was miles away and getting farther away all the time. Once again her only satisfaction would have to come from her own fingers. She would much rather have had Gil's cock, but she didn't have a choice. Bitterly Brenda reflected that she ought to write a book on masturbating – she sure as hell was an expert by now. She must have explored every possible way of getting herself off. Today, as the urge became overwhelming, she and Mark were in the back yard, weeding and trimming. She suddenly felt like sbe'd go crazy with frustration if she didn't excuse herself for awhile and beat off.
"Mark, I'm tired for some reason," she lied. "I think I'll grab a nap."
"Okay, Mom," Mark said affectionately, "I'll finish up here."
Brenda headed straight for the master bedroom, lacking the door behind her. Her pussy was on fire with need, her panties soaked with her uncontrollably gushing juices. She was so intent on taking care of her lust that she didn't notice the keyhole going dark. Of course it would never have occurred to her that Mark might spy on her.
Mark wasn't sure what had prompted him to creep after his mother into the house and follow her down the hall. Maybe he was hoping he'd get lucky and see Brenda naked again. But she'd been acting funny all day, ever since Dad left, and Mark suspected there'd be more going on in her room than just a nap. He knelt and peered through the keyhole. He'd gotten lucky, all right. Brenda was just starting to take off her clothes.
Mark's tireless teenage cock went stiff as steel. Nothing in the world was more fascinating and exciting to him than the sight of his mother's naked body. She seemed to be in a hurry, too, for the clothes went flying in all directions – sandals and shirt and jeans, then bra and panties. Naked, she stretched out on the king-size bed and immediately shoved a hand between her legs.
It was a second before Mark realized just what he was witnessing, but then it all made sense. Dad was gone again, and Mom had nobody to fuck. So she was going to satisfy herself with her own fingers. As he watched her stroking her slit, Mark's cock strained against the tight confinement of his jeans. He wanted to release it – and why not? It would be a kick to jack off while he watched his mom masturbating.
Quickly Mark unzipped his jeans and eased his rigid cock out of his pants. He fisted it and pumped it, but he never took his eye away from the keyhole. He didn't want to miss even a second of that thrilling scene. His prick began to drool thick hot globs of dream as he watched Brenda moving her fingers all over the puffed and juicy flesh of her gash. He had no idea how women got themselves off, and he was dying to find out.
Completely unaware that she had an audience, Brenda took, her time, enjoying herself. There was no reason to hurry. It would be a whole week before she had a man again, so she might as well be nice to herself – very nice. She explored her pussy, giving herself a rub here and there, and then she trailed her hands back up to her big swelling tits. She loved having them fondled, but Gil was usually too busy for that these days.
That was ironic, because it used to be that he just couldn't keep his hands off her large thrusting tits. She chuckled to herself as she recalled the first time they met. She was just a teenager, walking down the street, and Gil was approaching from the opposite direction. She noticed the handsome stranger eying her tits, which were well-displayed by her skin-tight t-shirt. Then the handsome stranger was walking into a power pole.
During their first dates he'd done everything he could think of to cop a feel of her tits. Brenda had finally taken pity on him and let him remove her bra and fondle her naked breasts, but she never let him go farther than that till their wedding night. As she recalled all these exciting encounters, she cupped and caressed her big silky-skinned tits, using her thumbs to tease the large conical nipples into rigid buds.
"Mmmmmmmm," she sighed.
Mark was eating his heart out. Like his father, he was fascinated with Brenda's luscious big tits, and he ached to get his hands on them. Clearly Mom wanted somebody to fondle her tits, and he just wished he could volunteer for the job. He pumped his prick furiously as he watched her running her hands over the swollen melons, and, teasing her nipples into taut erection. Then, still using one hand on her tits, she slid the other back between her legs.