Kathy Harris: Hot virgin daughter

"You got it, baby, you got it!" Ned groaned as his wife's obscene words took him over the edge and he came.

But, as the man's thick, warm goo filled Marge's pussy hole, Ned's lewd thoughts were not of his wife. He could think only of his gorgeous virgin daughter, Lola, and he could only hope that very soon now he would be popping the girl's cherry and filling her little pussy with his thick cum!

The following Friday, Ned had a business meeting and would not be home until very late. Lola was spending the weekend with a girl friend, and her teenaged son, Cory, was out on a date.

That left Marge home alone… a very horny Marge. She was depressed too, depressed because she was all alone and had no one to fuck her! She couldn't remember being so horny before, and she knew it was because of all the torrid fantasies she had been having lately, fantasies about her handsome, sexy son, Cory!

She poured herself another stiff drink, trying to rid her mind of such forbidden thoughts. She was shocked by her own desires. My own son! she thought and shook her head in disgust.

All that evening, she had been sitting on the sofa, drinking steadily, while she tried to fight the horny ache between her legs, an ache caused by her dreams about her son's cock, an ache that could be cured only by the young boy's cum!

"God, but I'm disgusting," Marge muttered, but she was grinning as she took a long swallow of the strong liquor.

She was beginning to think that maybe it wasn't such a terrible thing after all… to want to fuck such an attractive young man. After all, she began to reason to herself, her mind fogged with liquor and her pussy growing hotter by the second, I can't help it that he's my own son. And what difference does that make, anyway, she asked herself. The important point here is that Cory is a very handsome, sexy boy. And it's only natural that I would be attracted to him.

Marge's lust-filled thoughts continued. It doesn't mean that I would actually fuck my son, she thought, as she raised the newly filled glass to her lips once again. But, deep down, Marge had to admit to herself that she would eagerly fuck her son, given half a chance.

Marge made herself a pitcher of martinis. Then, she turned on the television, trying to get her mind off of her lust for her son. But, the news was on and it only depressed her further.

Suddenly, the front door opened and Cory walked in. Marge felt a surge of jealousy and anger as she spotted the smear of lipstick on his jacket lapel.

"Well… you're home early… but it looks like you had fun," Marge muttered.

"Yeah… well, I'm home early because I could see that I wouldn't be having enough fun tonight!" he said, laughing as he walked across the room toward his mother.

Marge studied her son, envying the young woman who had just been with him. He was tall, around six feet, and had a handsomely rugged face. His build was as strong and muscular as his father's. And that's not all that's like his father's, Marge thought hotly as she gazed at her son's crotch. God, but he's well hung!

At that moment, Marge was grateful to the girl that Cory had been out with that evening. For, she obviously had not come through for him, or he wouldn't have such a hard-on now.

Marge's eyes focused on her boy's hard prick. God, it looks so big and so delicious! she thought as she poured herself another drink.

"What are you drinking, Mom?" Cory asked as he sat down on the sofa next to his mother.

"Martinis."

"Wow! I've never had one of those. Just beer. Can I have one?" the young boy asked.

"You're too young, honey," Marge answered.

"Mom!" Cory protested. "Just the other day, you were telling me how I'm so mature for my age… how much I remind you of Dad. Now you're treating me like a little kid! If you think I'm a mature young man, like you said, then why can't I have a martini?"

"You've got me there, Cory," Marge laughed. "I see your point. Okay, go ahead. You can have a martini. I'd like some company anyway. I'm feeling kind of lonely tonight."

"Sorry, Mom. But you don't have to be lonely anymore. I'm here now," Cory murmured.

"Yes, you're here, Son," Marge said softly as she glanced at the boy's crotch again.

"Cheers, Mom!" Cory grinned as her raised his glass.

The drink did wonders for the young boy. He had been really uptight ever since leaving his girlfriend earlier in the evening, but now the liquor was loosening him up, making him feel warm and mellow.

Cory found himself confiding in his mother, encouraged by her nods of approval, and her warm hand resting on his leg.

"It's really unfair, Mom," he began, taking a long swallow of his strong drink.

"What is, Son?" Marge asked, trying to keep her gaze away from the boy's crotch. His hard-on seemed to be growing bigger beneath her gaze.

"I really like Candy," he said, referring to the girl he had been out with that evening, "and I like the other girls I go out with. But what I don't like is the way they get me all worked up with a lot of kissing and touching, and then…"

"And then what, dear?" Marge asked breathlessly.

"Then, they won't deliver!" the boy spat out angrily, pouring himself another drink.

Marge could see that that was precisely what had happened to her beloved son that evening. His little Candy had gotten him all worked up and then had made him stop, leaving Cory with a huge bulge between his legs. And Marge had a burning urge to take care of his raging hard-on right then and there!

After a few silent minutes during which Marge and her son continued to drink martini after martini, the woman gathered up all her courage and finally turned to the young boy.

"What do you think of me, dear? Do you think I'm attractive?" she finally asked him.

"I sure do, Mom!" the boy quickly answered. "You're a real beauty. You look more like Lola's sister than her mother! And all the guys at school always tell me how beautiful they think you are!"

"Really?" she asked softly.

"Really! Sometimes, we're even mistaken for sister and brother," Cory said.

"Wow! That's great to hear, Son, and just the tonic I need right now. You know what? I think you're terribly attractive, too. In fact, if I were one of your little girlfriends, I sure wouldn't leave you high and dry with a raging hard-on!"

"Really, Mom?" the boy stammered, hardly able to believe his own ears. Was his sexy mother actually coming on to him? He should be so lucky!

"You'd better believe it!" she said firmly. "Actually… I'm feeling pretty horny right now, Cory… and very, very attracted to you."

"God, Mom! Are you saying what I think you're saying?" the boy asked excitedly, putting his drink down on the coffee table and turning to face his mother.

"That's exactly what I'm saying, handsome," Marge murmured as she put her own drink next to her son's and pressed her mouth hard against his.

She let her tongue flick wildly against him, making the boy pant with excitement. She let her fingers travel down to his pants, quickly unzipped his fly, and pulled out his hard prick.

"Mmmmmm," she moaned into his open mouth as she ran her soft fingers up and down the super hard pole of cock-flesh, making them both hotter and hornier by the minute.

"Jesus, Mom! If you keep that up, I'll get cum all over the floor!" the boy gasped.

"No, no, honey… we can't waste a good load that way," she said as she sank down to her knees, stroking Cory's balls gently. Finally, she slipped her tongue over the end of his cock acid slowly licked the head, continuing to work him up, turning him on more and more.

"Oh, Mom, you're driving me crazy!" Cory gasped excitedly.

"Mmm, and this is just the beginning, darling," she cooed.

Then the woman really got to work. She sucked her son's cock feverishly, letting all of her long pent-up desires for her son come to the surface as she set about to give him the best blowjob of his young life!