Mark Carver - Orgy with the neighbors

Bob fucked deeper and harder, shuddering as her boiling cunt bugged and rippled on his cock-meat, firing intense fuck-thrills. His experience until now was limited to eager girls, hot but clumsy. He still found it hard to believe this madly passionate, wildly sexy brunette sobbing beneath his hard-on was his own wholesome mother!

Rita's first orgasm exploded in her hotly sucking cunt. Wave after wave of ecstasy swept through her silken flesh as she wriggled and cried and squeezed Bob's hard-muscled ass in one hand. She undulated her hips from side to side, gasping as his cock exerted pressure throughout her gushing cunt-slit. She desperately wanted to be tit-fucked by him, not just for the lewd pleasure of having his enormous prick throb in the valley of her tits, but because she would be able to see every lusty detail of her son's cock and balls in action.

"Hung!" she moaned, clawing his back with her nails and fucking her hips savagely. "You're so hung, Bobbie! Oh Son, I want you to fuck me everywhere! My ass, my tits, my mouth! Oooooooo, Christ, I'm coming againnnnnn!"

Bob was shocked but even more deeply aroused as his mother, raved obscenely. The girls he'd fucked hadn't fired his lust like this. They simpered and cried and panted, but they didn't use vulgar phrases the way his mother did. With her long shimmering hair fanned beneath her on the pillow, her face contorted with ecstasy, her feverish tits digging into his chest and her ass swinging wantonly in his hands, Bob felt as if he was losing his cherry.

"Mom, your cunt!" he groaned when she suddenly spasmed with fierce greed on his prick. "Wild! You're a fantastic fuck, Mom! Oh shit, if I don't come I'll go nuts!"

Panting and sobbing deliriously, Rita let go of his cock. A massive spurt of his jism exploded in her eagerly sucking pussy. She arched her back and screamed with ecstasy wrapping her legs tighter around his waist. She lunged her ass madly as thick torrents of jism flooded her thrilled cunt. The feel of his rock-hard, hotly exploding cock battering her pussy-slit relentlessly sparked the hottest orgasm she'd felt in years.

They came together in a mass of fucking, sweating flesh, Rita's teeth sinking into his bare shoulders, her hands pounding his back to vent her shattering excitement.

When he kept coming in great spurts of hot jism, Rita almost fainted with bliss. This was the main reason she preferred boys. They got their rocks off in a virtual flood of hot cum, gorging her greedy ant until she was deliciously satisfied. And they could rise up again in a minute or two, ready for more fucking, all fierce cock and balls.

This was another facet of Rita's personality her husband never knew about – her obsession with huge cocks. In high school, before she'd met Jack, Rita had been a notorious cocksucker. From, the moment she'd sucked her first prick, Rita couldn't get enough of the taste and feel of boys pricks. She couldn't get enough jism in her system, whether it was gushing down her throat or up her eager pussy, or even up her ripe ass.

The moment she met Jack and knew she might marry him, she immediately cooled her act, becoming almost shy. To this day, her husband had no idea how wild and loose she'd been all through high school. Once, she'd sucked off five boys in a school parking lot – like an assembly line. For the first ten years of her marriage, she'd been able to control her ferocious fuck-urge. But once she started in fucking again, beginning with her husband's friends, she lost all self-control.

Now Rita was passionately fucking her own son in her husband's bed, shuddering with depraved rapture as his lusty prick shot cum into her frenzied cunt, flooding her mind with distant memories, as well as flooding her pussy with thick jism.

Long after Bob stopped coming, Rita hugged his semi-hard cock in her dripping cunt, milking every last fiery drop of his jism. It felt like a gallon of cum to her, oozing onto the mattress, thrilling her with its wet stickiness, its raw male power.

"Oh, Son," she moaned, hugging him fervently, "you're one hell of a man!"

She was about to say his father would be proud of him – when she realized what they were doing! Still heaving for breath, Bob rolled off Rita and sprawled beside her. What a piece of ass his mother was!

His cock was almost fully erect again, Rita noticed when she stroked his prick in her fingers. She got a cigarette from the bedside table. There was no hurry. They had all afternoon, and she intended to try everything with her naked, fabulously hung son.

"Christ, Mom, I never realized how sexy you are before," Bob told her, squeezing a silken tit. "If Dad finds out I fucked you, he'll kill me!"

"No he won't," she assured him. "He won't find out, either, Bob." Now Rita touched on the real reason she'd stopped to smoke a cigarette. "When did you lose your cherry?"

He told her, feeling slightly embarrassed, still unable to grasp the fact that this luscious, hotly sexy brunette lying beside him and lewdly playing with his prick was his own mother. He'd lost his cherry with a girl in school.

Rita began questioning him closely about his sex life, about the number of girls he'd fucked, how good they were, what he preferred in sex. She grew deeply aroused as he talked in hesitant spurts. She had a wild desire to see Bob fucking a girl, watch him ram his long, hard cock into a girl's tender cunt. She realized it was far more than a motherly feeling of pride.

Rita was fishing, exploring possibilities for her first three-way with her son and another girl. She'd played with the idea of threesomes when she'd been picking up boys in Seattle, but didn't have the nerve to suggest it. The hot brunette didn't think she actually wanted to make it with a girl, although sexy girls gave her a funny tingling sensation in her lips. She waned to watch hung boys fucking girls, as a sort of lusty stimulant to her own passions.

That's what she told herself, anyway.

The truth was, the feverish nurse and housewife was searching for new kicks in sex. As long as she was going to fuck around on the side, why not go all the way and experiment? It was a search for total sexual freedom, for complete wanton liberty. She was in her late thirties and still strikingly attractive, and she had the nagging fear she would miss something.

A couple of times when Jack had been working, Rita went to porno movies by herself. She was embarrassed going alone at first, but once the movie got into the heavy fuck-action, the lusty brunette found herself fascinated and wildly excited by the spectacle of a hung guy savagely fucking a sexy woman. The three-ways excited her so much, she almost gave in to the urge to finger-fuck herself in the darkened theater.

Rita knew she could talk her son into a three-way. She'd thought about hinting it to her husband, but Jack was far too straight, she decided. Bob was young enough to be flexible in his views, and horny enough to appreciate two lusty women at the same time.

The odd thing was, sexy girls or women did not turn Rita on by themselves. But as long as there was a well-built guy in the picture, Rita could get feverishly aroused. Her obsession had always been with cocks.

She didn't realize that, with her desperate fuck-urge, that could change without warning.

"Ever fuck a girl in the ass or the tits?" Rita asked her son, jerking his hard cock slowly in her hot fist and putting out her cigarette.

"No, Mom, never," he said, wondering if she ever talked like that with his father.

The words, coming from his mother, excited the hell out of him. He wondered if she'd dress up in a sexy bra and panties and black nylons for him sometime.

"I like those things, Son," she whispered, moving down to his throbbing prick. "How often can you get your cock hard in a couple of hours?"