She reached out and cupped the dangling hose of his sex. He came to life beneath her fingertips. She watched him thicken, pulsing and throbbing, the fat head of his young cock jerking upward so that she stared directly into its slitted mouth. Tenderly, her hand gripped that rigid shaft stroking up and down as she reveled in its warm hardness.
Still without a word, but with that little twisted smile on his lips, her son edged himself beside her on the bed. He didn't need to speak, his hands said everything as they palmed under the shimmering domes of her breasts. Gently his finger's circled the half-bowls of flesh.
She moaned softly, her eyes fluttering closed as she lost herself in the soothing caresses of his hands. Warmth welled within those twin balls of aroused flesh. His touch seemed to make them swell bigger and bigger with an aching need. Then his mouth was there, his laving tongue and sucking lips tending to those desires. All the time his palms and fingers never stopped in their marvelous manipulations.
As she writhed there, her crooning sighs singing out the deep satisfaction of his actions, one of his hands drifted downward over the fluttering flesh of her belly. His fingertips paused as they reached the silken strands of her yearning pussy. He was unsure, she realized. But her own hand directed his lower so that he lightly stroked the trembling knoll of her sex.
His fingers taunted there ever so close, yet so far from the need-ridden channel of her body. He squeezed and rubbed, his massaging hand stirring a flood of womanly fluids within her. She moaned softly, her pelvis moving up and down on it in accord.
An inquisitive finger finally wedged between the pouting lips of her labia. Inward it wiggled working through the scalloped folds of her inner lips and into the burning heat of her vagina. He twisted and turned the digit, impaling her belly, swirling it over the throbbing walls of her cunt. Then he easily pumped it in and out of the sexual well of her body.
But she didn't want that teasing finger. She wanted him.
Gently tugging at his adamantine rod, she summoned him. He came, easing between her spread thighs and sliding atop the voluptuous bed her body presented for him.
His weight pressed her into the mattress. It was far from an uncomfortable feeling. She liked the feel of a man atop her as she lay on her back, her legs opened to receive the rigid offering of his cock.
Expertly, her hand guided his glans into the waiting gash of her cunt. He sagged it into her in one quick thrust of his hips. Up it plunged, cramming its way into the caressing liquid warmth of her cunt. She squeezed down around him, relishing the marvelous, virile feel of him.
Her hands ran up his back, savoring the young, tense muscles of his body. There was power there, youthful power gathered within him, ready to explode at any minute.
And when it did, her body responded. Her pelvis arched and fell with each deep-grinding stroke of his pistoning cock. He rammed it into her, feeding her inch upon inch of his magnificent cock. He threw his hips into her, cramming her hot hole of desire with rigid dick.
Harder and harder he poled into the worshipping furrow of her pussy. She moaned out for him, pleading with him to give it to her even harder, even deeper. His young buttocks, as hard as boulders, jerked up and down in a pounding rhythm as he strived to oblige her every wish.
She was skewered, impaled by her son's cock and she loved it. She existed for that pistoning prod and nothing else. She was his, her whole body open to him, willing to provide for his every need. She couldn't get enough of his poling prick, She couldn't get enough of her son.
Deeper and deeper his cock slammed up into the humid recesses of her lust channel. She opened her body and accepted him. Her thighs throbbed. Her vagina ached. Her whole body centered on that never-ceasing, in-out sluicing of his sex.
She was close, so close…
No! she shouted to herself. The vision in the mirror evaporated; Neal's hunching body shimmered and faded, leaving only her own reflection.
She stared at herself, her body flushing with guilt. One of her hands had crept between her thighs. Her index finger was firmly entrenched in the soggy wetness of her cunt. Even as she watched, she moved that finger in and out of her body in a desperate attempt to relieve the mounting lusts she held.
With Neal? No! she moaned, shocked by the forbidden desires that consumed her. Not with my own son!
But the thoughts refused to leave her. She wanted him, wanted his young cock buried deeply in the hot channel of her pussy. Wanted to feel his weight pressing her down into the bed, pinning her beneath him and his plunging prick, No, she denied herself the wicked excitement of imagining her son mounted atop her willing body. Jeff, I want Jeff!
In and out her probing finger drove with increasing vigor. Another fingertip inched upward toward the swollen nubbin of her clit, rolling and rubbing the extended bud of pleasure, as she imagined herself once again beneath Jeff's virile body. She could feel him inside her once again. She could taste the wonderful satisfaction of his cock slithering in and out of her cunt.
Her mind could picture the young man she had met in Chicago. His face smiled down at her, a face that… reminded her of Neal. The revelation shocked and excited her at the same time. The digit within her pussy jerked in and out with renewed need. Jeff had reminded her of Neal.
She came, muffling her groans and moans by throwing her face into a pillow. And when at last her finger slid from her body, she realized the truth of what had occurred on the convention trip.
She had taken Jeff to her bed because he had reminded her of Neal!
Chapter 6
Marta didn't regret having agreed to Neal and Kari's outdoor dinner. It had been good and she hadn't had to do anything except sit there and enjoy the cool evening and some very tasty wine coolers Mitch Mason whipped up.
She did admit a few tinges of jealousy as she watched Neal and Kari. Their hands were constantly sneaking touches here and there and their bodies brushing together with decided intimacy. She tried to ignore them, but with her recent admission to herself it was impossible. She watched her son through newly tinted eyes of desire.
When Neal suggested that he treat Kari and her sister Janice to a movie, she was almost relieved to see them leave. Although there was a nagging suspicion at the back of her mind that the sudden interest in the movies was planned to leave her and Mitch alone together.
Not that she minded. Mitch Mason interested her very much, an interest that had grown during the summer, although she had made no attempts to cultivate a relationship. The interest was mutual, though again Mitch had not pushed himself into her life. But she could see the interest in his eyes when he looked at her. It wasn't the normal eye-balling men give a woman like they were sizing up a piece of meat they intended to purchase. His gaze definitely held sexual overtones, but there was something else which she couldn't pinpoint, but liked just the same.
And unlike most men with the hunger of sex in their eyes, Mitch had never been aggressive. It was almost as if his eyes were saying he found her attractive and he wanted her, but he could wait until she was ready for him. On more than one occasion she had felt the yearning to give into those dark eyes, but the fear of destroying her reputation in the town had kept her from anything rash.
'Like another drink?' Mitch asked, rising from the lawn chair next to her and walking to a pitcher sitting on the picnic table. 'Mmmm hmmm,' she nodded. 'Whatever you brewed up there I've definitely acquired a taste for it.'
'The secret is in the wine you choose,' he chuckled. 'Always use cheap wine. No need wasting good wine when you're going to mix it with soda. Cheap wine is usually sweeter and when you squeeze in a couple of fresh lemons, it makes an unbeatable cooler.'
'The only thing is, the drinks have given me a bad case of the munchies,' she smiled.
'Despite the nice meal the kids fixed up,' he answered, 'I must admit I've got the urge to nibble on
