She had her knees bent and her thighs parted very wide, so Mark had a super view of her slit. He saw moist pink flesh fringed with little dark curls, once again Brenda raw her fingers all over her pussy, getting them sticky and wet with cream. Then she zeroed in on the most sensitive spot of all, the small bud of flesh at the very top of her gash. She pressed a fingertip to it and rubbed it in a swift circular motion.
"Mmmmmmm, yesssss," she sighed. Mark memorized the spot, because if he ever got to touch a pussy again, that was where he'd do it. That little button seemed to be fantastically sensitive. Brenda was stroking her self there very lightly, but she was gurgling with excitement and creaming heavily, the pearly liquid dribbling down her ass track and puddling on the bed.
Brenda would have been shocked to learn that her teenage son was watching her through the keyhole and jacking off. But she had no idea, so she was completely uninhibited. She worked her clit into stiffness with that circling fingertip. Swollen, it was doubly sensitive. It throbbed hard under her teasing finger, and finally it was so engorged it felt ready to explode. She was right on the brink of coming.
But she didn't take herself over the edge. It was too soon. She wanted to take her time and prolong the delicious sensations. So she left her clit, swollen and erect, and moved on to rim the moist little mouth of her cunt. She used the tip of her middle finger to zip quickly around and around the tiny hole, and it wasn't long before her body responded, following its natural lusty instincts.
Her hips began to jerk in a fucking motion, and she moaned, "Stick it into me, give me all of it."
Mark wondered who she was thinking of when she whispered those hoarse urgent demands. He just wished he could be right there to give her what she wanted. If she wanted something stiff and hard in her cunt, he was all ready for her. His engorged young cock was hard as iron. It seemed a shame that his horny mom had to use her finger instead. But that's what she was doing.
"Oooooo, shit, yessss," she hissed.
Brenda was easing her middle finger up her seething little twat, and it felt marvelous. Three fingers would feel even better, of course, but she was saving the best sensations for last. Right now she was just teasing herself, building up to the big moment. She jerked her finger fast and hard in her famished cunt, squealing with pleasure – then withdrew when she threatened to come.
By now she was writhing with need, but she still wasn't ready to end her fun. She ran her hand up her body again and cupped and squeezed her tits. By now the big melons were fully engorged and throbbing, and her nipples stood up rigid and rosy. Because she had such big tits there was a trick she could do. She eased one tit upward and met it with her tongue, lashing the stiff nipple and giving herself delicious sensations.
Mark damned near shot his load as he watched his beautiful mother licking her own lust-engorged nipples. That was another thing he wanted to do for her. If she'd just let him, he'd be delighted to stimulate her lovely tits in any way she wanted – fondling, squeezing, licking, sucking. Again, it seemed a real shame that she had to do all those things for herself. It was clear that Dad wasn't taking very good care of her in bed.
Mark wanted to take his fathers place. He knew he could do the job, and he knew how urgently his mother needed it. He just had to dream up the right way to approach her. Later he'd devise a plan, but right now he was just too horny to think straight. Urgently pumping his throbbing cock, he watched Brenda slide her hand down onto her pussy again. She rimmed her clit, flinching and gasping as pleasure-jolts shot from the supersensitive bud.
"Qoooooo, shit, I need to come so bad," she moaned.
I can do it for you, Mom, Mark thought. I'd do it any way you wanted it.
If Brenda had been able to receive her son's silent message, she might almost have accepted his offer. She needed a man so urgently, she was going wild with frustration. But she knew the only solution was to get off by herself, much as she craved a big hard cock and a good stiff fucking. She bunched three fingers together, approximating the size and shape of a real cock, and plunged them hard into her cunt, taking them as deep as she could get them.
"Ahhhhhhh, God, yesssss," she gurgled. Once more Mark almost, shot his load. It was driving him wild to watch his desperately horny mother finger-fuck herself, when he was just a few feet away with a stiff and ready cock. It didn't make any sense at all. Now she was jerking those bunched fingers in and out of her twat with lightning speed, hammering herself toward the orgasms she craved. Mark pumped his nearly-exploding prick to her fast urgent tempo.
"Fuck it to me, fuck hard," Brenda groaned.
She was yelling to her faceless fantasy lover, having no idea that just ten feet away her own son was watching her and dying to fuck her.
She worked her fingers faster and faster, plunging them deep into the boiling pulp of her famished little pussy hole. A few more stiff thrusts and she was over the edge, coming violently.
"Ahhhhbhh, yessss, whaahhhhhhh!" she howled.
"Unnnnggghhhh, fuckin' Christ!" Mark gasped, shooting his load against her door. His helpless gasp was drowned out by her hoarse cries of release. The moment he'd finished coming, he grabbed some tissues from the bathroom and cleaned the come off the door. Then he treated himself to one last peak through the keyhole. Brenda was lying almost still now, catching her breath, one finger stroking lightly over her gash as if to milk out the very last drops of sensation.
Mom, Mark thought longingly, I wanta do that for you.
CHAPTER FOUR
Pretty soon Brenda came outdoors again and helped Mark with the yard work. He worked hard and well, as always, but his mind was somewhere else. He was trying to think of a way he could get his mother turned on to him, but he wasn't having much success.
He didn't know how much Brenda was attracted to him already. She'd noticed how her little boy was growing up. In fact he wasn't a boy any more, he was a young man. His body was distinctively masculine in cut-off shorts and no shirt. He didn't have any hair on his chest yet, but his chest was broad and strong. His arms and legs were well-muscled, too.
Yes, he was a very good-looking young man. Brenda's eyes strayed lower, to the crotch of his shorts, and she wondered what his cock looked like now. She hadn't seen it since the last time she'd bathed and dressed him, years ago. She felt a little spark of lust, when inwardly laughed at herself for getting turned on by her own son. That was just plain silly.
Still, it didn't surprise her. She got turned on to all kinds of males when Gil was on the road for a long time. Not that she'd ever done anything about it or wanted to, but the lust was there. She didn't believe in cheating, and she loved her husband very much, but when he didn't do his job in bed, she just couldn't help wondering how it would be with other guys.
So she found herself looking at Mark as a man, not as her young son. And he had a really nice body. She kept glancing at him admiringly, and she noticed that he was looking her over pretty good, too. The day was getting hotter, so she'd changed to shorts and a skimpy halter. Mark obviously liked her tall shapely body. But that seemed perfectly normal, and it didn't bother her.
They had a light supper and then flopped on the couch to watch TV. It was one of the new soap opera-type shows, and Brenda got pretty absorbed in it, but all Mark could think of was how badly he wanted to get it on with her. He wanted it, she needed it, and nobody else had to know about it that was how he viewed the situation. But stilt he couldn't get up the courage to make the first move.