As his lust grew, be inched closer and closer to his pretty mom till their thighs were almost touching. He could feel the heat, radiating from her body, and he could smell her delicious scents of cologne and soap and natural female. His balls began to swell, and his cock started to stiffen. Mark blushed. He really didn't want to get a hard-on right now. Mom would be sure to notice, and it would be difficult to explain. But his treacherous prick had a mind of its owe, and it went on swelling as he thought of fucking his mother.
He couldn't help replaying all the exciting things he'd seen in the last couple of days while spying on her. Brenda parading naked before her mirror, Brenda moaning in ecstasy as she took Gil's hammering cock, Brenda desperately finger-fucking herself into a moaning orgasm – all those images turned Mark on like crazy, and they made his cock swell to its full size, forming an obscene bulge at the crotch of his shorts.
"Shit," he muttered.
"What did you say, honey?" Brenda asked absently.
"Uh, nothing," Mark replied, slipping his arm around her shoulder.
Brenda patted his hand, but that was her only response. She was absorbed in the program. Mark studied the deep cleavage of her big ripe tits. Her halter was cut very low in front, and he could see half of each breast and maybe even a hint of light pink nipple. He inched his hand down her shoulder and rested it at the tip of her tit, just as he'd done with Dana. The only thing was, Dana had known exactly what he was up to, while Brenda didn't have a clue. She just thought he was being an affectionate son.
Again she patted his hand, but her attention was on the TV. It was really a very sexy program, and it was giving her thoughts that she'd hoped to avoid. Maybe she ought to switch over to the football game. But, no, she'd just end up staring at all those trim male asses in those tight pants. It seemed like everything reminded her of sex when Gil was away. But at least she had her son to distract her.
Then she happened to glance over and see that Mark, had a hard-on.
She turned beet red and looked quickly back at the TV. Then she snuck another glance at his fly. Sure enough, his cock was so swollen, it looked like it was going to rip its way out of his pants. He was hugging her tightly and brushing his fingertips over the top of her tit. He'd inched so close to her that their thighs were touching.
It finally got through to Brenda that her son was turned on to her. What to do? She figured it was a phase he was going through. Describing his own adolescence, Gil had said he was horny twenty-five hours a day and would have fucked anything that moved. So it wasn't too surprising for Mark to be aroused by his attractive mother. But Brenda didn't know how to handle it. She kept sneaking looks at his stiff cock, and she realized she was getting aroused.
"Well," she chirped, "this really is a silly show. I think I'll go to bed."
"Wait, Mom," Mark exclaimed.
His voice rasped out in a horny croak, and he made a desperate grab for her, kissing her hard and clumsily on the mouth. He just couldn't control himself, he was so lusty, and the next thing Brenda knew, he was pulling her down on the couch and rolling on top of her. She felt his rock-hard cock throbbing through their clothes and pressing her belly, and she creamed a huge hot burst of molten juice.
She tried to wrench her face away, but by now he had his tongue in her mouth, thrusting and probing. That turned her on even more. But what really drove her crazy was feeling that hard and ready prick of his jabbing her belly. She couldn't help thinking how easy it would be to just let him stick that rigid throbbing meat into her cunt. She needed it more than anything in the world.
But this was her own little boy she was getting the hots for! With her last ounce of strength she managed to break the kiss and exclaim, "Mark, let me up! You know you shouldn't be doing this."
"Aw, please, Mom," he groaned, "I'm so damned horny."
The anguish in his voice wasn't faked. And Brenda knew just how he felt. Whenever Gil was away for long periods of time, she got horny enough to scream. She began to feel sorry for Mark. It was bad enough to have one person in this house tortured with sexual need. Why should there be two? He was her son, and she was going to help him out.
"Honey, let's go to your room, and maybe there's something I can do for you," she said gently.
Mark wasn't sure quite what she meant, but it sounded very interesting. He obediently followed her down the hall and into his room. Brenda patted the bed, and he stretched out on his back. Quickly and deftly she unzipped his shorts and tugged them open. He wasn't wearing under shorts and his engorged young cock sprang free of its prison and stood straight up, bulging with blue veins and drooling thick streams of juice.
Brenda felt hot saliva rushing to her mouth as she eyed her son's handsome seven-inch cock. She wanted so much to lick and taste and suck it, but she knew that would be wrong. She must only give him the minimum amount of attention, just enough to get him off and relieve his horniness. Sighing, she curled her fingers around his prick and began to jack him off.
"Ahhhhh, yeah, Mom, that's terrific," he sighed.
Of course he'd much rather be jerking his stiff boner in her hot little cunt, but he figured he was damned lucky to get as far as he had. He really hadn't expected his mother to do this for him. She was blushing a little as she pumped his cock, but he was sure he saw hot lust in her eyes. She couldn't look away from his dick. She seemed fascinated with it.
Mark would have been even more excited if he'd known what she was thinking. As she stared helplessly at his stiff cock, Brenda was imagining how big and hard and nice it would feel in her famished little cunt. True, Gil had been gone less than a day, and he'd fucked her this morning, but already she was urgently horny again. Playing with herself didn't get it. The only thing that could satisfy her would be a good hard fucking – and the only stiff cock available belonged to her own teenage son.
Forget it, she told herself sternly, that's crazy.
But was it really so crazy to have the hots for this good-looking kid with the engorged boner? Wasn't it only natural for a woman as sex-starved as she was? Brenda desperately tried to explain and excuse her incestuous longings as she pumped her son's cock. It was Gil's fault that she felt hot and horny for their little boy, Gil's fault for not doing his job in bed.
Or so she told herself. It was hard to think straight. Mark's prick was fiery-hot and violently throbbing against her fingers, and she was getting excited out of her mind as she pumped the smooth hard slab of meat. Molten cream dribbled from his piss hole and ran down to wet her fingers, making her pumping very slick and fast. No matter how she tried, she couldn't help wanting to feel that engorged cock in her cunt.
Just a few stiff thrusts from that rigid boner, and she'd be coming like crazy, she was sure of that. And it would be so easy to do it. She was positive Mark wanted to fuck her. All she'd have to do was slip off her shorts and panties, open her legs, and let her eager son cram his rock-hard cock into her juice-slick cunt. It would be just a matter of seconds before she got the relief she craved.
Brenda realized how close she was to losing control of herself and begging Mark to fuck her. She let go of his drooling prick like it was a hot potato and cried, "Oh, my God, Mark, this is all wrong. I shouldn't be doing this."
"Please don't stop, Mom," Mark begged hoarsely, "I'm almost there."
Again the urgent need in his voice brought out her maternal instincts, and all she could think of was making him feel better, taking away his misery. She grasped his throbbing cock again and went on pumping it, and Mark breathed a big sigh of relief. At least he'd persaded her to jack him off. But of course he wanted to go a lot farther with her than that, if he could only think of a way.