Marvin Cox

A mother_s lust

CHAPTER ONE

Bernice McCormack felt a slight throbbing in her cunt when she saw her naked son in the bathroom.

Ordinarily, she would have yelled at him to close the door – didn't he know he had a little sister running around the house?

This time she didn't yell. Instead, she let her eyes trail over the smooth back, the firm, rounded ass, the meaty thighs. From this angle, she could tell he was very much his father's son. The boy, although still a teenager, had the body of a man. And that cock! It must hang halfway to his knees!

The delicate sensation that burned near the base of her spine swept forward, tingling her pussy opening. Slowly, she lowered her right hand to her side, then over, to her crotch. Even through the material of her skirt and the silky pants, she could feel her clit grow rock-hard. She swallowed hard, then bit her lower lip.

Mike was now looking in the mirror, checking his appearance, before taking his girlfriend to the drive-in. At his age, he could be forgiven a certain vanity as he admired his features. The shock of blue-black hair, the dark-brown eyes and angular face made him one of the most handsome boys in school. Football and soccer were responsible for the heavily muscled body, the lean, sinewy features around his stomach and hips. He was just beginning to get hair on his chest. Thank God, his skin had finally cleared up.

His girlfriend was partly responsible for that, he thought. Sex for them had now become a pretty routine thing, not that he didn't look forward to it. He did. He felt his cock pulsate just thinking about what he was going to do to that little bitch tonight.

Bernice's eyes were now on Mike's prick. Had it gotten bigger? Yes, it had. She wondered suddenly if her son and his girlfriend were sleeping together. Probably. Christ, if I had something like that to fuck, I sure would! She thought.

She began rubbing her fingers over her cunt, thinking about what the two of them would be doing less than an hour frown now.

He would spread her legs, then jab that thick cock head between her thighs. She could almost see the massive shaft slip noisily through the tiny, puckered opening, stretching the slick walls. His balls would crawl upward, then nestle inside the crack of her ass. There they would lie, throbbing with life, ready to explode. The gushing wads of cum would…

"Ohhhhh!" she cried out. A spasm of raw pleasure constricted her cunt, almost doubling her over.

"M-Mom! You OK?" Mike asked, hearing her groan.

Fortunately, she had jumped back, out of view, when the storm of climax hit her guts.

"I… I just stubbed my toe," she lied. Her insides were still rippling, causing her opening to buzz, ache. "It… It hurts," she added, wincing.

"Anything I can do?"

Yes, Son, she heard her mind scream. You can come over here and shove that big, beautiful dick right up my cunt! You can spit out all those globs of cum inside me! You can…

"No… I'm fine," she gasped, trying to control her voice. "But… you'd better hurry. You don't want to be late."

Later, after kissing him lightly on the cheek, then watching him leave, she almost ran to her bedroom. She quickly threw off her clothes and stood in front of the mirror, looking at a reflection she hardly recognized. She hadn't been this excited since she'd kicked Larry out – what was it? Two years now?

She suddenly forgot all about her husband's faults, his running around, his drinking, the cruel games he'd play. What she remembered was the way that sonofabitch could fuck. If he hadn't been so good, he would have been log gone before she finally took all she could.

Mike looked a lot like him, she thought. Big and muscular, that easy grin, those bedroom eyes. Her daughter and two other sons took after her side of the family.

"Oh… I want your cock inside me," she whispered, placing both hands on her thighs. She dug her thumbs into the loose folds of skin that surrounded the blonde-haired cunt and pulled them apart. When she saw the pink, oozing canal, she thrust her middle finger deeply inside. When her palm hit the rock-hard surface of her clit, she again cried out with pleasure. "Right… up… here!" she moaned, arching her back.

She had meant to pretend it was Larry's prick, but the vision of Mike's meat kept coming back. The boy was young and firm, just as Larry had been when they'd first married. What would it be like? She wondered. Her own son's cock inside her.

Guilt and pleasure swept around her like a damp fog. She tried desperately to forget Mike. It wasn't normal for a mother to do what she was doing! If she wanted it that bad, why didn't she just go out and find herself a man? Why masturbate and think of her son? "Oh… Mike," she groaned, pleasure now outweighing guilt. "I wish I was that little girl. God, I'd fuck that cock of yours! I'd suck it off! I'd…"

Her voice became a choking, tortured groan as an explosion of raw ecstasy burned into her hole. She began pinching, squeezing, pulling on her clit. The sensations, however, were empty. Nothing would satisfy that ache, that horrible itch, but a big, juicy slab of cock!

"Ohhhh… God!" she wailed, her face now contorted with anguish. She humped her fingers, constricting the walls of cunt flesh around her knuckles. "I… I want you… Mike! God, how I want you!"

When the convulsions finally subsided, she again looked at her reflection. Once more, she hardly recognized her own face. The smooth, creamy skin was flushed, almost as if she had a sunburn. The short-cropped blond hair seemed paler, almost drained of all color. Her emerald green eyes were flashing, dark and hungry.

It had been so long since a man had touched her body. She almost had forgotten what it was like to feel a hot, sucking mouth on her pink-tipped tits, the rough hands sweeping over her waist, her hips.

She looked at her features carefully. Yes, she was still attractive enough, even at thirty-eight. Her tits were full and up-turned, the nipples small and rubbery. Her stomach was flat, her legs firm and lean. Tiny crows-feet etched her eyes, but even they added to her sultry good looks. Made her look world-wise, experienced.

Again she thrust her middle finger inside her hole. She would do it until that itch went away, or she collapsed from sheer exhaustion.

"Shit!" she heard Mike say as he slammed the door. "Shit and double damn shit!"

Quickly, Bernice threw on her housecoat, wondering what had happened. He sounded furious, and he was usually the quiet one in the family.

"Little bitch stood me up," he said, seeing her appear from the hallway. He was sitting on the couch, his expression stony, one leg thrown over the arm, his large foot dangling about two inches from the carpet.

"Sorry, I can't make it tonight," he said, his voice high-pitch, mimicking. "I hope you understand."

He exhaled loudly and looked in the general direction of the television. "Oh yes, I understand all right. Little bitch."

"Hey it's been a long time since just you and I did anything together," Bernice said brightly. "I know I'm no match for your girlfriend, but we could go out…"

"You want go to the drive-in with me?" Mike asked, puzzled. He had asked her a hundred times to get out, to meet people, but she refused. He had finally given up, even though he hated the idea of her being wasted like that. She was a good-looking woman. He just hoped women still looked as good when he was thirty-eight!

"Would you?" he added, his eyes glinting. "I mean, hell, you never go any place. And just because Dad…"

He left the thought unfinished. He knew how much it still hurt her even to talk about him.

"You wouldn't be ashamed to take your old mother?" Bernice said, feeling her throat constrict.

"I'd have the best-looking woman there," Mike said.

God, what a charmer! Little bastard! She could nip this whole thing in the bud and say no. What might she do there in the car with him?

"I'd love to go," she said. "Just let me get dressed."

A short time later, as they sat in the darkness, watching the fuzzy picture on the screen, Bernice shot her son a glance from the corner of her eye. He looked bored.

Well, the kids didn't come to this particular drive-in for the movies. That was obvious from what people around them were doing. She knew that Mike was probably regretting asking her out.

"How are you and your girlfriend getting along?" she asked, trying to sound casual. "Do you…"

"Well, I'll be Goddamned!" Mike said suddenly, looking sharply to his left.

"What's the matter?" Bernice asked.

"That little cunt is over there with Bobby Randolph!" Mike said, fuming. "I ought to go over there and break both their fucking necks!"

"Don't, Mike," Bernice said, touching his arm. "If a girl would stand you up, she's got to be crazy. Just leave them be."

"But she's probably fucking the living…" He stopped suddenly, turning beet red. "I'm sorry," he said, looking at his mother. "I'm… just so pissed." He looked again at the car where his girlfriend and Bobby Randolph were. "I think I will go over there and kick some ass," he said, his hand on the door.

"No," Bernice said, digging her nails into is arm. "I'm not going to let you. Don't be an idiot. She's not worth it."

Mike turned and was about to say something, perhaps vent his anger, but he stopped short. He'd never seen his mother look quite like that. Not like a mother at all. Her eyes were pleading, yet filled with a strange light.

"I want you to stay here with me," Bernice whispered. "And remember, Son, you'll always have me."

Neither Mike nor Bernice knew what exactly happened next, how it came about. They were sitting apart from each other one moment, the next, they were embracing, their mouths locked. Mike's right hand was on his mother's tit, squeezing the firm, pointed flesh.

"You'll always have me," Bernice whispered, darting her tongue inside his mouth. "You… you can have me now if you want."

Mike kissed from her mouth, leaving a glistening trail of spit over her chin, then pressed his lips into the hollow of her throat. As he felt her pulse beat against his lips, he also felt her nipples touch his chest.

"Can… can I suck your tits, Mom?" he murmured. "Oh, please let me! I'm sorry, I can't help it! I want them!"

Bernice ran her fingers through his curly shock of black hair, then touched his temples. Her insides were bubbling, alive with hunger. She knew she was taking advantage of him. He had been stood up, his girlfriend was out with another boy, and he was vulnerable.

"You can do anything to me you want," she whispered, pushing his head down to her tits. "And everything!"

CHAPTER TWO

Bernice felt her body shiver with anticipation when Mike opened her blouse, then removed her bra. How could this be happening? She thought. My own son, ready to suck my tits! Ready to… to… how would it feel to have his cock inside her?

"Fuck me!" she gasped. "Oh God, Son, I want your big cock in me!" She crushed his face against her tits and reached for the thick mound at his crotch. "I… I saw you in the bathroom tonight and I know it's big and hard and… and… beautiful, and I want it. I… I want you to fuck me!"

"Jesus?" Mike said, his loins now aching. His mother had turned into a wildcat! Actually, he hadn't even known it would lead to this, come this far. He had wanted hug, to kiss her tits. But fuck his own mother! "I… I can't do that," he stammered. "You're my… my mother!"

"I had you inside me for nine months," Bernice moaned, unable to control her emotions. "I want you inside me again. Now… tonight."

Mike knew that he should pull away. It still wasn't too late. He had just been upset, gone crazy, and his mother hadn't been out with anyone in two years. He opened his mouth to tell her they must stop, that it was wrong. Instead of speaking, he closed his lips around the firm, rubbery nipple.

"Ohhhh, Mom!" he winced, sucking the silky mound over his tongue. "You're so sweet and hot!"

"Mmmmmm!" Bernice gasped, his mouth sending electric-like ripples of pleasure into her chest. "Suck me, Son. God, lick my tits and fuck me! Do everything to me."

If Mike had any further arguments with himself, he forgot them. All that seemed to matter now was the sensuous curves beheld, the soft mounds of tit, how his prick ached for release.

"Can… can I lick you all over?" he murmured, lowering his hands down her sides, tugging at her skirt. "Can I… oh, Mom, I want to kiss your pussy!"

"Yes," Bernice gasped, leaning back against the door. She spread her legs and hiked her skirt up. As it folded around her waist, she yanked her panties down, revealing he blonde-haired, oozing hole. "Stick your tongue in here and fuck me with it," she panted. "Oh God, Mike… hurry! I'm on fire!"

Mike completely removed the panties, then grabbed her thighs. At first he simply looked at the glistening, pulsating hole, his mouth hanging open. He'd never seen a woman so exited in his life!

"You're beautiful!" he gasped, lowering his face to the damp patch. "Jesus… beautiful all over, Mom…"

His words became a muffle as he closed his lips around the tiny, delicate opening. He then took a deep breath, inhaling the steamy aroma of her canal, and thrust his tongue fully inside. As it slipped through the churning walls, he felt the back of his throat ache. Quickly, he sucked in some of the flaming juices, feeling them burn across his tongue like acid.

"So fucking hot and sweet!" he gurgled. "I… I didn't know pussy could be this good!"

"Eat me!" Bernice screamed out, clawing at his wide shoulders. "Oh fuck, lick my pussy to death. Oh fuck, lick my pussy to death!"

She couldn't remember ever feeling this good before, not even with Larry. Or perhaps it had just been too long.

"Ohhh!" she yelled suddenly as her insides burst with an explosion of pure, raw release. She squeezed her legs together, trapping his face between her thighs. She then pushed him against her cunt, holding the back of his head with both hands.

"Eat!" she shrieked. "Eat me to death, you little bastard! Lick it in! Fuck me with your tongue! Eat!"

Mike couldn't believe the tremendous vacuum inside his mother's pussy. It was practically yanking his tongue out by the roots! He pulled away with some difficulty.

"You're hotter than a firecracker!" he panted. "Jesus, let me see it!"

"No!" Bernice said, her voice tortured, filled with anguish. "Don't look… suck it! Lick it, you sonofabitch!"

Mike wanted nothing more than to do exactly that, but still he wanted to see it, find out what it was that snuggled around his cock. He placed his thumbs at the sides of her opening and tugged the loose folds of skin back. When the pink, fluttering tunnel came into view, he peered inside. It was a work of beauty. Slick and oozing, the coral-colored walls were slightly oval, almost as small as a throat.

"You expect me to put my cock in this little thing!" he gasped. "God, you're smaller than Roxanne!"

In fact, his mother was more beautiful, more sensuous, more delicious than that little whore ever would be. She was nothing but a girl. His mother was a woman and she made him feel like a man.

"Put your tongue back in," Bernice cried out, grabbing him by the hair of the head. "You're driving me crazy! I can't stand it any more, you little stud! Eat me! God, eat me alive!"

Mike bit down on her cunt like a striking cobra. The second his lips hit the hairy snatch, he jabbed his tongue inside, then curled it upward, drawing it over the slippery surface.

"Mmmmmm, delicious," he murmured, his voice vibrating inside her canal… "I'm gonna eat you up and swallow you, baby!"