Mark Carver - Orgy with the neighbors

Her son Bob did look like Jack, remarkably so. She hadn't seen his cock since he was eleven or so, but she'd seen him in his shorts, and he was hung like his father. Seducing her own son was out of the question, of course, but it didn't hurt to think about it, she mused.

What excited her was the risk, as well as the solution. She had a strapping young man in the house with an enormous cock, available at arm's length every night. She would have the delicious thrill of ultimate guilt, fucking her own handsome son right under her husband's nose. She would also have the challenge and stress of keeping up a perfectly innocent front all this time around her husband and daughter.

If it was sheer excitement she was looking for, Bob was the answer.

When Rita suddenly recalled one thing the shrink said, she began trembling with rage. He'd called her an emotional nympho, not a real one. An emotional nympho, he explained calmly, was a woman who thought she had to fuck or go crazy – but it was an emotional, not a genuine physical need. She was coping with emotional feelings, not her pussy.

She grew furious listening to some stupid bastard telling her she only thought she needed sex, when her pussy was about to explode. Rita never went back to the shrink after that, but she told herself that maybe it was better to be an emotional nymphomaniac than a real one!

Whether her pussy was in an emotional or a real crisis, she couldn't tell, but it felt like a smoldering fuse either way – hot and wet and squirming for fucking.

With a sigh, she went upstairs to shower.

She would finger-fuck herself and wait till Jack got home. He'd been good to her Saturday night, but his fucking was weary, almost disinterested, as though he were fucked out. She didn't see how he could have gotten fucked in such a short time. They barely knew anyone in town. Maybe he was just tired from the hassle of moving.

The bathroom door was locked, the shower hissing. Bob was up.

Rita went to her bedroom and stripped, tits panting softly, her velvety hot curves dotted with beads of sweat. She started to drape a towel around her nakedness and stopped, beginning to tremble with lewd excitement. She tossed the towel aside.

Cindy had gone downtown with the pretty girl next door. It was only one-thirty in the afternoon, and Rita was home alone with Bob. She told herself she wasn't actually going to fuck him, that she just wanted to see her son's reaction to her naked body. She knew she was still very sexy, her tits lush and firm, her waist narrow above sensuous hips and sleek legs.

She left her door open so she could hear the bathroom door when it opened. She lay back on the bed with one leg drawn up, her shining pink cunt exposed between dark curly cunt hairs. She smoked a cigarette with shaking fingers, promising herself she wouldn't actually let anything happen.

She knew what her promises were worth.

Her throbbing cunt felt like a hair trigger and her tits were swelling up rapidly with feverish desire. She was caught up in the unpredictable fuck-urge snow, and when the tormented brunette got like this, there was no way back.

She closed her eyes, remembering one eighteen-year-old boy she'd picked up in the men's section of a Seattle department store. She wanted his advice on a gift for her son. Twenty minutes later, she was giving him a frenzied blow-job, almost choking on his huge prick. They'd gone at it like crazed animals for three solid hours. The kid had so much jism in him she wished she'd brought a take-out carton!

Now that she thought about it, he'd looked a lot like her son.

The bathroom door opened. Rita's ripe tits panted with wild nervousness. He was passing her door now, a towel draped around his waist. He glanced in and froze, his eyes shocked.

They stared at each other in silence for a full thirty seconds, their eyes burning on each other. As his gaze swept over her naked flesh, she could see a massive hard-on lifting his towel.

"Come in, Son," she told him in a hoarse voice. "Close the door behind you. I want to talk to you."

Bob hesitated, then came in and closed the door. He sat on the edge of the bed, his face flushed. His cock felt like eight inches of throbbing fury as he drank in his mother's naked, velvety skin and luscious tits.

Fingers shaking, Rita reached out and loosened the towel around Bob's waist. It fell down, revealing a long, eagerly pounding, crimson prick. As she stared at her son's cock, sucking in her breath, a huge drop of pre-cum appeared on the cock-knob. The boy's cock looked larger than his father's prick to Rita.

"My God!" she moaned. She put her fingers on his prick, trembling at the heat and power of her son's cock. He had immense balls like his father, too.

"Mom, this isn't right," he said in a thick voice. His lean-muscled body felt like a coiled spring about to explode with a violent twang. "Jesus, you're my mother!"

"I need it," she whispered. "Do you want to see your mother suffer? Bob, listen to me, Son, when I get like this I can't help myself! Would you rather I went out and picked up some guy, a total stranger? If I have to cheat on your father, isn't it better to keep it in the family?"

If he needed any persuasion, this logic did it. He lay down next to his horny mother, feeling hotter than he'd ever felt in his life, but still clumsy and awkward. He'd been fucking girls since he was very young, but he'd never fucked a real woman. His mother was a knockout naked gorgeous tits, luscious ass, beautiful legs. He'd thought about fucking her ever since he was a little kid, but all boys did that. It was only fantasy. But not any more!

With a deep moan, Rita clutched her son's cock in her fist, feeling it pound furiously. She was so frantically hot, she didn't know where to begin. Before she could decide, Bob climbed on top of her, his own excitement urgent. Not having fucked for more than a week was just part of it. Knowing he was going to fuck his own eager mother made him nearly shoot off when she touched his cock.

Quickly, Rita wrapped her legs around his waist. She teased her trembling cunt-lips with his purple prick-knob for a minute, kissing him torridly on the mouth. Rita knew he could come any second, and she'd really wanted to give him a fiery blow-job first, to take the harsh edge off his fuck-lust. But once she felt his throbbing prick against her cunt, she wanted it fucked savagely inside her pussy.

She guided his cock in, moaning feverishly at the thick, pulsing power of her son's long cock. Bob gasped, startled at her tight juicy cunt-slit. She wasn't as tight as most of the young girls he'd fucked, but there was an electrifying suction in her hot pussy, a fierce muscular control the girls had lacked.

"Jeez, Mom, it's fabulous!" he groaned when she wriggled her cunt lewdly on his prick. "But I think I'm gonna get my rocks off!"

"No!" Rita cried. "You won't!"

She seized the very base of his hot prick in a viselike grip, between her thumb and forefinger. This iron grip desensitized his cock, so that he couldn't come as long as she exerted pressure. His prick was easily big enough to gorge her hot cunt and still be held like this. While it dulled the sharper thrills in his cock, Bob was so eager he didn't know the difference.

"Fuck me now, Son," Rita whispered, snaking her tongue in his ear. "Be good to me! I need your cock, so give it all to me, every beautiful inch! Yessss, ooooo!"

She rubbed her swollen tits against his broad chest as Bob began fucking into her luscious cunt with steady, ripping fuck-thrusts of his massive prick. Rita Frenched him, swinging her naked ass in time to his fuck-lunges, tears of raw excitement streaming down her cheeks. Every inch of her sleek flesh, was on fire with fuck-lust, with obscene triumph as she realized this wasn't just another young stud she'd picked up for a frenzied fuck. This well-hung, powerfully muscled boy was her own flesh and blood.