Marvin Cox: Balling mother

He screamed, biting down on the back of her neck like a striking cobra.

Gina worked with him in such a fashion so as not to let his cock or balls leave her holes. When he moved up, she thrust backward.

"Fuck me, fuck me," she panted, clawing at the sheets. "Give me all of it! Gallons of thick, hot cum!"

They molded themselves together for a long while, pumped and fucked even after the last of Mike's massive globs of cum had stopped blasting from his cum-hole. At last they fell in a heap, Mike's hot breath against the side of his mother's neck. His eyes were half-closed, glazed with pure satisfaction.

Gina opened her mouth and lapped at her lower lip with her tongue. This had been the best ever – better even than with Ron. And she knew why. Both her cunt and asshole had been filled at the moment of climax. It was almost like… two cocks. Two big, hard cocks!

Although she felt a little wicked, her mind began playing with the idea. Ron wouldn't go for it in a million years, even if Mike did. But she didn't know any other men that well and quite frankly she didn't want to be unfaithful to her husband. She almost giggled. If this wasn't being unfaithful, what was?

"Hmmmmmm," she murmured, wondering how she could satisfy that hot urge.

Her son, Adam! Or perhaps Brian!

No, she reluctantly admitted, they didn't even know she existed. They were into sports too much. At one and two years younger than Mike respectively, Adam and Brian had shown an unusual lack of interest in sex; perhaps it was because Mike had been so active, she laughed to herself.

Even her daughter, Susan, was pretty much of a prude, even by Gina's provincial standards. A year younger than Brian, she was still into dolls.

But hadn't she encouraged this? She had made those tiny clothes, bought her a two-hundred dollar dollhouse for Christmas.

Maybe it was time for her to wake up her family a little.

"Mike?" she whispered, snuggling beneath him.

Mike was asleep.

Yes, I'm going to wake up, shake up, this family.

Starting with Adam.

She let Mike sleep after slipping from beneath his dead weight. She then took a long shower and waited for her other children to come home.

As Adam lay sleeping, the moonlight from the window on the far side of the room splashed over his body. The sheets were crumpled about his middle, hiding most of his form. One large foot was thrust off the bed, one arm was behind his head, and his face was turned toward the wall. Half of his sculptured chest was exposed, revealing tight, hairless flesh and one, tiny dark nipple.

Gina stood in the doorway, feeling giddy.

She pressed her hands together to keep them from shaking and took a cautious step into the room. After closing the door, she moved quietly toward the bed then sat down gingerly.

When she did, Adam stirred slightly, one arm flopping against her knee.

Gina's throat was tight, her mouth dry. She could stop now, she knew, but also knew she wouldn't. She let her eyes move over her son's body, then concentrated on the thick bulge under the sheets. Was that thing real? She wondered.

Carefully she tugged at the sheets, lowering them from his chest, past his bellybutton, over the blond patch of crotch hair. She could see the base of his cock. It was thick and meaty, half-hard. She pulled the sheets all the way down, then gasped.

Mike wasn't the only one to inherit size from his father. Adam's cock was a study in perfection. Well shaped, riddled with large purplish veins and covered with a dark sheath of loose skin, it was delicious looking. The tightness in her throat intensified.

She let her gaze take in his other features. He was about six feet tail, and although not as muscular as Mike or his father, he was wiry and powerful. Even when relaxed, he looked like a cat ready to spring. His face was angular, framed by swirls of blond hair, the same color as the hair that adorned his crotch. He took after his paternal grandfather with those blue eyes. His frame was almost completely hairless, making him look like warm marble – a statue of a young, Greek God.

She lifted her hand, then placed it over his cock. A couple of seconds later, she felt it throb to life, stretch across her palm like a slow-moving snake. Soon it was fully hard, pulsating to her touch.

"My God," Gina whispered, feeling her pussy begin to twitch, bubble with juices. She fought the urge to lunge forward and gobble that beautiful prick down with one gulp. She knew it would surely wake him, and she didn't want that. Not just yet.

She moved her fingers away from his prick and ran them through the brush of hair. It wasn't nearly as wiry as she thought it would be; it was almost as silky as hers. Her fingers played over his stomach, then up to his chest. She stroked him softly all over, even running her fingers between the spaces of his toes.

Finally, when she could take the torture no longer, she lowered her face to his thigh. His thick, meaty-balls smelled musky and masculine. Covered with short, silvery-white hairs, the flesh looked like a gully-washed terrain.

She licked his cum-filled balls. Immediately a spasm of pleasure shot down the back of her throat, filtered through the deepest insides and seemed to explode her cunt. She groaned softly and licked the side of his left balls, taking strands of hair between her teeth.

"Hmmmm?" Adam said, snorting.

Gina lay perfectly still, letting her tongue remain on his nut. When he relaxed again she moved her head a little further up on his body and kissed the side of his cock. Again she felt a convulsion of pleasure rip through her pussy.

"Sleep, baby," she murmured. "Mommy will suck you while you dream…"

Her words became an even softer muffle as she slipped her mouth around the oval-shaped cock head. She moistened the silky surface with her wet tongue, then inched her lips further down the shaft. As the bulge of his cock moved across her tongue, she felt the back of her throat ache.

"Mmmmmmm," she whispered, touching his balls with her fingers. She could taste dried piss and cum, feel it etch the quivering membranes of her nostrils.

Seconds later, her mouth was firmly clamped around the hairy base of his prick. The end of his shaft was down her esophagus.

Adam was dreaming, and in his dream he had just scored a touchdown. He was standing under the uprights, holding the ball up in the air. Time seemed to freeze, and that cute little cheerleader that always made him stammer and turn red emerged from the crowd. She drifted over and fell to her knees before him. She then unlaced his pants and pulled them over his pads. She deftly took the cup away from cock and balls, and locked her mouth around his rock-hard prick.

It was warm. God, was it warm!

The crowd was still cheering. She was still sucking.

The ball fell from his hand but made no sound. He lowered his arm and brushed his fingers into her silky masses of hair, held the girl's face closer to his body.

It was hot. Christ, he'd never been this hot in his life!

Gina sucked up and down her son's cock with growing speed, savoring every hard inch. And each time that massive cock head pumped between her tonsils, she felt her cunt throb more wildly. She tasted a tiny drop of clear fluid, felt it sink into her stomach and warm her insides.

Adam stood there stupidly, feeling his balls rumble. The girl was eating him completely inside her throat, burrowing her face between his legs. Her chin was jabbing between his balls, and her flesh was oh, so soft.

The world seemed to explode, hurling him into the darkness of space. The crowd, the football field, even the girl no longer existed. He was wrapped in pleasure, like a blanket of electricity. It was warm. So warm!

The explosion of cum inside Gina's mouth was almost more than she could take. Her son, it seemed, would never stop blasting those thick globs of cream into her throat. And she didn't want him to. She wanted more and more. Wanted to fall into a river of it and drown.