Marvin Cox: Widespread mom

"Fuck her, Son," she whispered. "Ohhhhh… Jesus… give it to her like I want it!"

Suddenly, it dawned on her that it was her son she wanted to fuck. It hadn't been her lack of affection that had caused her to race out and seduce the first man she saw. The thought frightened her more than she could imagine.

"No," she gasped, quickly padding to her bedroom and closing the door.

Her heart was in her throat, her mind exploding with a million disjointed thoughts. What was wrong with her? She sat down on the edge of the bed and tried to sort out her feelings.

She was attracted to her own sons. Fact. She had a healthy sexual appetite. Fact. And while she'd been fucking that other boy, she'd been thinking of Mike. Fact.

She had two possible courses of action. She could either forget about sex altogether or go with her feelings.

Well, hell, what was wrong with it? Assuming, of course, that her sons might find her attractive. They might even enjoy making it with an older woman, with someone they loved.

Although she found a thousand holes in her logic, she no longer cared about right and wrong. Come what may, she was going to make love to Mike.

And perhaps Brian and Jason, also.

She lay back on the bed, trying to visualize how it might happen. She would be taking a shower, then while drying off, she'd let the towel slip from her fingers. She would be standing naked before her son, watch his eyes move over her body. Her arms would lift slightly, letting her breasts jut fully forward.

His mouth would be against her warm flesh, his hands caressing her body. He would embrace her and slip his throbbing cock deeply into her pussy.

"Fuck me… God, fuck me, Son," she gasped, jabbing her fingers into her boiling, yearning cunt hole. "Yes… just like that… stick it to me!"

Her fingers simply couldn't do the job. They only inflamed her with greater passion. She looked about the room like a hunted animal, then spotted her hair brush. The handle was long and stiff – not a cock, but the only thing available.

After taking the brush off the dresser, she got back in bed and spread her legs wide.

Holding the bristles with both hands, she began sliding the handle in and out of her pussy.

By closing her eyes and pretending, it almost became a cock. Hard and long, slipping over her sensitive membranes. She increased the speed, felt her insides bubble with nearing climax.

"That's it," she gasped to an imaginary Mike, "stick it to your mother. Fuck me… fuck me hard… give me… me… ohhhh… Jesus!"

Her cunt exploded with delicious spasms of release. And as the heat from her climax swept into every corner of her guts, she began writhing around. When her orgasm peaked, she threw herself to her stomach and flicked the handle, burying her face in the pillows.

After a delicious eternity of ecstasy, she reined, her chest heaving with satisfaction. She pulled the brush away from her cunt and dropped it to the side of the bed.

If there had been any doubt before, her mind was fully made up now. She was going to seduce Mike and pretty damned soon.

Either that or go crazy.

Tonight was out of the question, she realized sadly. When that little girl was through with him, he'd be lucky if he could walk.

Tomorrow night would be fine. He was always tired after football practice and liked to watch television. And Brian and Jason had dates.

It would be the two of them, alone.

She slipped under the sheets, then turned off the lamp. As she lay back and tried to relax, she heard the girl's voice again, muffled through the wall.

Whatever it was that Mike was doing must really be pleasing her. How could it be otherwise?

That gorgeous, sweet hunk of cock. Grinding in and out, loading her up with cum. Giving her one orgasm after another.

She rolled to her side and slipped the fingers of her right hand between her thighs. As they played about her opening, she felt her insides grow buttery. She began moving her ass back and forth, sucking her fingers more deeply inside her pussy.

A few moments later, she choked into the pillow, experiencing a fantastic spasm of release. Then, when the pangs of pleasure subsided to dull throbs, she went limp.

Ruby slipped the damp towel from her body and studied her reflection in the full-length mirror on the back of the bathroom door. She wanted to see herself, as her son, Mike, might.

Well, the old girl isn't half-bad, she mused. Her stomach was still flat, and her breasts jutted upward, firm as they were twenty years ago. The nipples were pink, standing away from the silky masses like twin clits.

She ran her fingers through her shoulder length hair and held a few strands outward. The red-gold color was still bright, and she was glad she'd never done anything with it.

After dabbing some of her best perfume behind her ears and on her wrists, she wrapped the towel about her body and walked out of the room. Her heartbeat quickened as she padded down the hall toward Mike's room.

After football practice, he'd showered and gone to his room as he always did on Saturdays.

And now she was going to make her move…

She pushed the door open and walked inside, trying to make her, moves as casual as possible. She didn't even look in his direction as she went over to the dresser.

"Mind if I borrow that pull-over of yours?" she asked, opening the drawer. She then dropped her towel as she'd planned. "Oh, my goodness!" she gasped, then looked toward the bed.

To her disappointment, he was fast asleep. Now, what da you do, she asked herself? Wake him up and try to do it again?

"Slit," she whispered to herself.

Suddenly, she brightened. Maybe this was even better, she thought. She just might be able to get a taste of him without him waking up. Perhaps that would satisfy these horrible urges, and he would never know.

She walked over to the bed and gently sat down beside his reined form. Although he was naked, he'd balled the sheets up about his middle. Carefully, she pulled the sheets back with trembling hands.

"My… God!" she gasped, seeing his fully naked body. Not until this moment did she truly realize how good looking he was. "Beautiful." Her eyes took in the hard angles of his body.

He stood over six-feet, not an ounce of fat on him anywhere. His involvement with sports had given him a muscular frame like a junior Mr. America. The fine, sculptured chest – covered with dark, short hairs – gave way to a waspish waist, and even relaxed, the muscles of his stomach looked like a scrub board. About his head was a shock of chocolate-brown, curly hair. Behind his closed lids, his eyes were dark as coal.

The most outstanding feature, however, was the thick slab of cock between his legs. She was glad that she hadn't had any of her boys circumcised, for the rubbery sheath of foreskin seemed to frame the swollen, purplish head like a picture.

She reached out and touched the underside of his prick, then jerked her hand back as if she'd received an electric shock. She had touched him there many times, but this was the first time sexually. She swallowed hard.

"Just a… small taste is all I want," she whispered, her voice barely audible. Slowly, she lowered her face to his hairy crotch and touched the tip of her tongue against the loose foreskin.

"Ohhhhh… yes," she murmured, inhaling the clean, masculine smell of his body.

As her ups parted, then sucked a little of the flesh between her teeth, she felt her pussy tighten, become wet with warm juices. She positioned herself on the bed – careful not to wake him – and gently spread his hairy, muscular legs.

It was more than obvious that the night of fucking and football practice had taken its toll. He was dead to the world.